Underwater Boobs Novels & Stories

Now I would show her what I really meant. I backed towards the pool and threw us both in. We both went underwater and came up laughing. She swam at me and tried to dunk her but I was such stronger and held my ground. She was climbing me like a tree and I loved her breasts in my face. As she tried to get me underwater, I grabbed the v of her shirt and tugged her hard in a downward motion. Her shirt ripped in half and fully exposed her breasts. She inhaled a sharp breath and looked down at me with big eyes

I couldn't help giggling at the thought—they're all going to be shocked when I wear these. The red bikini was the smallest. It was an underboob style with bowknot ties for both the top and bottoms. The bottom was a high-waisted g-string. My behind would practically be saying hello to everyone if I wore this. I bit my lip—it was way too revealing for my taste, but I think this would be the perfect bikini to wear. I grabbed it and went to the bathroom to try it on. Looking at myself in the mirror, only the center of my breasts and the triangle part below were covered. My backside was completely exposed.

I jolt in my chair as the ice water hits my breasts and soaks through my shirt. Fuck, that’s a lot colder than I anticipated. I try to keep my face nonchalant. If Axel thinks I’m not bothered, maybe he’ll give up. “Turned on, are we?” He looks pointedly down at my breasts. I look down and see my nipples protruding through the shirt. I’m wearing a bra, but it’s my thinnest one — a ‘t-shirt bra’ I think they call it. I stare at my drenched chest, noticing how the white cotton clings tightly to the contours of my bra. I don’t think this is what the bra designers had in mind when they designed the tshirt bra, I think to myself wryly.

“Rebekah, this is not…” I didn’t let him finish talking. I reached behind my back and unhooked my bra, sliding the straps down my arms slowly and letting it fall to the floor between us. Maybe if he saw how big my boobs were, he would be tempted to touch me more. The moment he saw them his jaw dropped a little. My boobs weren’t just big. They were large and firm, sitting high on my chest with pink nipples that were already hard and poking out like they were begging to be sucked.

"How would you rapidly take your blouse off, Rupa?" Her eyes developed more modestly as a grin spread across her cheeks. "Indeed, I'll show you," she said, and her fingers arrived behind her to pull at the entwined ropes to hold her blouse up. As they came open, her delightfully formed bosoms were uncovered in a dark lacy bra that didn't cover the vast swell above them. She was remaining in only a bra and underwear. His eyes were on her decently vast and firm boobs. She looked deeply into his infiltrating eyes. "Would you like to feel them?" she asked him.

Morgan answered in delight, her pregnant belly jiggling with every bounce. Facing her pregnant daughter, Ruth crawled over Tate’s upper body, letting her gigantic, heavy milkers dangle and sway tantalizingly just above his flushed face. The teen stared up in wide-eyed wonder at the huge, rounded undersides of his grandmother’s enormous tits. He had seen plenty of breasts online, but never the creamy, soft undersides of such massive, mature boobs up close like this. It made his mouth water with raw desire. “He’s gonna break my fucking water with that thing!” Morgan gasped, feeling the fat, swollen knob of Tate’s cock smashing repeatedly against the head of her cervix.

But when something that belonged to me was taken by someone else, it still upset me. A hint of disappointment appeared in Camden's eyes. He smiled and said, "What? You're going to swallow it and pretend nothing happened?" I grabbed his wrist to make him shut up. The next second, Boyd seemed to sense something and looked over. Camden immediately covered my head with his shirt, and my face was pressed right against his pecs and abs. I had to admit, Camden's pecs were huge. It was so big that I gasped uncontrollably. I tried to free myself with instinct, but Camden held me even tighter.

“Come on, your turn now!” She stands up and looks down at me, and around like she is making sure we are alone. She takes off her tank top and I forget to breathe. Her bra is too small for her, since it’s not her own. She is practically spilling out from it, and it’s taking everything for me to turn away and quit ogling her. This woman will be the death of me. She unbuttons her shorts next, pulling them down slowly, revealing some tiny barely there underwear. I make myself turn around before she catches me staring and it makes everything worse. I have never been more thankful for being in the water, where the erection that she has caused is safely hidden.

She tugged her shirt down, much lower, further revealing more of her boobs. It looked like, if she decided to tug any further, you would be able to see her nipple. But no, she wasn't done. She then took a bottle of water that she had brought to the field and was lying on the floor. She opened it slowly and desperately like she was starring in a commercial. Then she tipped her head back as she drank, with water spilling from the corner of her mouth and also from the bottle, straight down her chest, to her shirt and boobs

Because the only thing running through my mind was She’s going to find out. My gaze dropped to my oversized, worn out T-shirt, the one I only wore on days I wanted to feel like a soft heap of sadness. Thankfully, it was baggy enough to mask the slight curve beginning to form beneath my belly button. Not yet noticeable to the untrained eye, but I had seen it. Felt it. Feared it. If I’d been wearing one of my usual crop tops or even a fitted tank, she would’ve known immediately. I said a silent, frantic thank you to the universe and cleared my throat.