A-Cup Lust: Small But Hot

I wrote this story at the request of a reader as a gift for his “A-cup” wife… who needed to know that some men find tiny titties very sexy. The names, of course, have been changed!

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Rick snapped his cell phone closed and put it back down on the round high-top table. Gary and Danny looked at him enquiringly. Rick leaned in closer to make himself heard over the after-five hubbub in the bar.

“That was Kelli,” he said. “She’s in town, just a couple of blocks away. She’s going to stop by here and give me a ride home, save me having to take the subway.”

The other two men nodded and went back to what they’d been doing. Gary was slowly swirling his key ring around his finger on the table top where he’d dumped it out of his pocket along with his wallet and cell phone, carefully keeping the fob out of the droplets of beer beading on the polished wood. Danny was looking at two young women who had their heads close together, sitting at the bar, sipping wine and talking earnestly about something that demanded all their attention.

Rick surveyed his two companions. Gary was Rick’s boss. Although Gary was slim and not particularly tall, Rick could see why Kelli had once said she thought he was attractive. There was something about him that women seemed to like. Rick had noticed that the female staff in the office seemed to find excuses to let a hand rest on his arm for an extra second when passing him a file, or they noticed a stray piece of lint that they had to pick off of his jacket.

Rick turned his appraising eyes to Danny. Young Danny, who still had the powerful athletic build of the college football player that he’d been until only a few months before. Once again, Rick couldn’t help noticing the size of Danny’s large hand as it dwarfed the beer glass he was holding. Kelli had remarked on the size of Danny’s hands, too. What was it she’d said? “Big hands, big feet; you do the math!” She’d laughed off her own observation, but Rick felt sure that Kelli had often wondered if the rest of Danny’s body was in proportion to his large hands and long, thick fingers.

“What the hell,” thought Rick, “It’s Friday night.”

“Listen guys, I’ve got an idea,” he said to Gary and Danny. “Kelli’s coming to pick me up. Why don’t I ask her to give you both a ride, too. We can pick up some more beer on the way, and stop off at our house for a couple more drinks. It’s not as if we’ve got to work tomorrow. What do you say?”

Gary and Danny looked at each other then back at Rick.

“Well,” said Gary slowly with a wry grin, “Seeing as how we’ll be riding with the city’s sexiest taxi driver, how can we say no?” He reached over and punched Rick lightly on the shoulder to show that he meant no offence.

“Sounds like my idea of fun, too,” added Danny. He drained his glass in a single gulp and signaled the barman for their tabs.

Before too long, they saw Kelli pushing between the groups of noisy drinkers as she searched for her husband. She caught sight of him and her face lit up with a smile. As usual, Rick felt a surge of pride as Kelli came towards their table. It never failed. Several men stopped their conversations and let their eyes follow her through the crowd. Kelli’s dark, wavy hair tumbled sensuously to the shoulders of her conservatively cut but attractive jacket. The matching skirt came to just above her knees, and Rick’s gaze drifted down to the leather pumps that accentuated her long, shapely legs. Tall, slim, beautiful, he thought. And very, very sexy.

Gary and Danny obviously thought so, too. They stood as Kelli reached their table, and Rick was aware that both men were enjoying the sight of this beautiful woman as much as he was.

Kelli kissed Rick on the cheek, then wiped the trace of lipstick away with her thumb.

“Hi, darling,” said Rick. “I’ve invited Gary and Danny back for a couple of beers. You don’t mind, do you?”

Kelli raised her eyebrows in mock exasperation. “Oh, great,” she said. “I’ll sit there watching three guys getting drunk, talking about football and totally ignoring me. Is that it?”

Rick raised both hands defensively. “No, not at all! We’ll pick up a bottle of your favorite wine and we promise not to talk football!”

Gary backed him up immediately. “We won’t ignore you,” he said, giving Kelli his best disarming smile. “In fact, we’ll be perfect gentlemen!”

Danny grinned and raised his right hand, putting his left hand on his chest. “We promise!” he added. Rick noticed that Kelli’s gaze followed Danny’s hands for a split second longer than was necessary, and she was beginning to grin back at him.

Gary took Kelli’s hand in his, his eyes twinkling. “Well, maybe not PERFECT gentlemen,” he said. “What fun would that be?”

Kelli laughed and shook her head in amusement. “Come on guys. Your carriage awaits!” * * * Less than an hour later, all four of them were in Rick and Kelli’s living room. The guys had popped the tops off their second beers from the case they’d picked up at the drugstore. Rick was a little surprised to note that Kelli was already starting on her third glass of wine which was unusual for her. True to their word, the guys allowed the television to remain dark and silent. Rick had put several CDs into the player and everyone was nodding or tapping their toes to the beat. All three guys had shed their suit jackets as soon as they’d arrived, as if signaling that the weekend really did start here.

They felt at ease with each other and the conversation and jokes floated back and forth above the sound of the music.

Suddenly, Kelli stood up.

“I want to dance!” she said, and began swaying to the rhythm and shuffling her feet. “Well, come on. Someone dance with me!”

Rick, Gary and Danny smiled at her, but none made a move to get up out of their chairs, or in Gary’s case, get off the sofa. But they all smiled back at her, enjoying the sight of this slim sexy woman swaying to the beat.

Kelli reach out and grasped Gary’s hand. “Come on Gary! Dance with me!”

Gary tried to protest but Kelli was insistent. He put down his beer and stood up. Immediately, Kelli stepped in closer and put her arms around Gary’s waist, resting her hands on the small of his back. Gary glanced over at Rick with an enquiring look. Rick shrugged and smiled as if to say it was okay with him if it was okay with Kelli. Reassured, Gary laid one hand on Kelli’s shoulder and the other on her back.

Rick could see that Gary and Kelli were about the same height. Kelli laid her cheek against Gary’s as they swayed together. Rick couldn’t help noticing that Kelli was moving her hips in subtle circles as she pressed up against Gary, and he could imagine the pressure of his wife’s mound brushing against Gary’s groin. Rick began to experience the stirring of an erection awakening in his pants.

And then Kelli stepped back from Gary and turned to Danny. As the two figures parted, Rick could see the outline of Gary’s cock pressed against the front of his trousers. If he could see it, then Kelli must have felt it as it had thickened and grown against the friction of her crotch.

Gary sat down and tried to hide his obvious arousal as Kelli reached to Danny and took his huge paws in her small, soft hands. “Come on, Danny! You can’t sit there!”

She pulled him to the center of the carpeted floor and looked up at him as she put her arms around him, pulling his large body close. Rick and Gary watched as Kelli resumed her sensuous dancing, stepping from one foot to the other, rotating her hips. With the difference in their heights, Danny groin was about level with Kelli’s belly. Danny’s eyes were closed as he gave in to the sensation of this beautiful woman moved against him.

The CD changed and the sultry music was replaced by a more uptempo tune. “Mmm! I love this song!” said Kelli shaking her dark wavy hair from side to side.

“Hey, Danny!” said Gary. “Sound like the music they played at that ‘Gentleman’s Club’ I took you to during the convention!”

Kelli looked up at Danny whose face was tinged with pink in a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. “A ‘Gentleman’s Club’? You mean you went to a strip joint?”

“Well, yeah,” said Danny with a sheepish grin.

Kelli looked back and forth between Gary and Danny which she continued to sway against the big man’s body. “Did you have a good time?” she asked them both.

“Mm, yeah, I guess,” said Danny.

“You guess? You were in a room with naked women dancing around you, and you only guess you had a good time?”

Gary shrugged. “I don’t know. Sure they were naked, but they were all so… phony, I suppose I mean.”

“Phony?” asked Kelli who now had two bright pink spots on her cheeks and seemed to enjoy hearing about Gary and Danny’s adventure.

“Yeah,” added Danny. “They didn’t seem… real. Really big hair, mostly dyed blonde. And, well… there was something else that was kind of a turn off.”

“What was that,” Kelli prompted. Her hands were now on Danny’s buns, fingers spread, squeezing gently and holding him tight against her body as she moved against him.

Danny looked across at Gary.

“It was the big fake boobs,” said Gary. “They’d all had boob jobs, and they had these big, hard tits that looked about as sexy as pink basketballs with nipples!”

“I thought guys liked big boobs,” said Kelli.

“Nuh-uh,” said Danny shaking his head. “Gary and I agreed that it was kind of nasty. I mean, sure we like looking at naked women. We’re not queer!”

Kelli glanced over at her husband with a wicked grin and winked, as if to say she could tell Danny wasn’t queer because the evidence was pressed against her belly! Rick felt his erection continue to grow, both at the sight of Kelli and at the sexual turn of the conversation.

Gary picked up the thread. “Look, neither of us like big fake tits. A lot of men are like us. We agreed that we prefer small, feminine, natural breasts. Just ask Rick. I’ll bet he agrees.”

They all looked at Rick. Kelli had a quizical smile. “Gary’s right,” confirmed Rick. “It’s much more of a turn on to see sweet little breasts like Kelli’s. She wears an A-cup if she wears a bra at all.”