Yesterday I saw the biggest pair of tits I've personally seen in ten years. Unfortunately, it was just as I was being hurried along by my girlfriend's dad (we were driving out of a car wash). I couldn't stop to look longer, as our car was driving away and I couldn't think of a way to stop him and make us stay longer. No pics, sadly. But I shall tell you what I saw in those five glorious seconds.
She was about 5'4, caucasian with light brown hair, wearing a denim skirt, kind of fuller legs and hips but not what I'd call fat. Her breasts, practically bursting through the threads of her top, extended from her armpits all the way down to her navel. She turned to her side, and her tits projected over a foot in front of her body. Without any doubt, one of the most sublime things I have ever seen in my entire life. And all natural too - she had a plain, unassuming "mom" look about her, except with this chest that was downright otherworldly. There was a man with her and two kids.
I remember also being surprised by the instant physiological responses happening in my own body: Increased heartbeat, eyes widening, feeling very strong and alive for the moment, but also feeling weak at the same time, and feeling excited and at the same time nervous and maybe even in a state of shock, all at once. Ever felt this?
As I said, I couldn't get a pic. But I'm attaching a pic of someone with almost an identical build, just to give you an idea.
You may have heard of the stages of grief Dr. Elizabeth Kubler-Ross wrote about in her book "On Death and Dying". They are Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, Acceptance.
I think I felt them in these ways:
Denial: My eyes initially had trouble understanding and believing that I was actually seeing breasts as large as they were.
Anger: Angry that I couldn't do something about it.
Bargaining: I was thinking about telling my girlfriend's dad I'm just going to jump right out of his car, just for a chance to see her again.
Depression: MAJOR: I had an ache in my stomach the rest of the day, thinking about how she got away.
Acceptance: I am not at acceptance yet, but know one day I will have to be.
Can any of you relate to what I'm saying? The profound whirlwind that moves through the brain and body of a boobhound in such moments? I'd like to hear anything you can chime in about that. Or just add your note of sympathy to me because the whole experience saddened me more than it cheered me up!
This is NOT the woman I saw, but VERY similar. (You've probably seen this attachment before - it was a candid someone snapped and put online years ago and nobody seems to know anything else about her):