Me n' Boobs
I must've been 12 or 13 at the time. Standing outside the clubhouse of an establishment our family used to belong to(swimming/dining type place) with a couple other boys, also 12 or 13.
From the swimming pool emerges a girl maybe 14. Medium-built, sorta average looks. Wearing a 2-piece bathing suit. She has huge boobs, at least a size too big for the top she's wearing. They jostle heavily, spongily, from within their cotton 'encasement' as she heads toward the clubhouse. Three sets of eyes follow their every movement as they pass us on the way in.
One boy made a sort of negative comment about her hypertrophic mammae: 'some people have gland problems or something', but I myself was awed. I thought she was a fucking Goddess...
40 years later it hasn't gotten any better. I remember a similar sighting only a couple years ago, in a Hardee's. Again, sorta medium-built, average-looking. This time maybe 17 or 18, blonde frizzy hair, clad in bluejeans and a danskin top w/ no bra. Her boobs were humongous. They hung all the way to her navel or thereabouts, great swinging orbs dangling from this otherwise slender young girl's body. When I finally got up to the counter to order food, I had to get a paper bag to breathe into...
Well not really, but it makes a better story that way..
The girl was real though. And so were her kazooms, I'd figure(not a fan of silicone, at least the big fakey-looking things). Of course there've been others along the way. Some merely viewed, a few actually experienced, but all unwitting--and, I'm sure, equally unwilling with my luck-- registrants in Rog's Big Boob Hall of Fame.(Actually, as a former bank employee I did come up with the BBiB award--which stood for 'Best Boobs in Banking' , but never informed any of the winners of their standing..)
Now before you brand me as a total breast-obsessed asshole here, let it be said that I do appreciate a great many more things about women : a good sense of humor, kindness, sensitivity, nice legs, and a decent caboose among them. And I have had crushes on a few skinny gals. So a great rack is not a hard-and-fast requirement here.
Still, I do have a terrible weakness for large bazooms--especially on an otherwise petite woman. If this is combined with a clever wit, a basic kindness of temperament, and a face at least pleasant to look at, I'm pretty much done in. Call off the dogs, the search is over!
Might even need a paper bag to breathe into for a minute..
From the swimming pool emerges a girl maybe 14. Medium-built, sorta average looks. Wearing a 2-piece bathing suit. She has huge boobs, at least a size too big for the top she's wearing. They jostle heavily, spongily, from within their cotton 'encasement' as she heads toward the clubhouse. Three sets of eyes follow their every movement as they pass us on the way in.
One boy made a sort of negative comment about her hypertrophic mammae: 'some people have gland problems or something', but I myself was awed. I thought she was a fucking Goddess...
40 years later it hasn't gotten any better. I remember a similar sighting only a couple years ago, in a Hardee's. Again, sorta medium-built, average-looking. This time maybe 17 or 18, blonde frizzy hair, clad in bluejeans and a danskin top w/ no bra. Her boobs were humongous. They hung all the way to her navel or thereabouts, great swinging orbs dangling from this otherwise slender young girl's body. When I finally got up to the counter to order food, I had to get a paper bag to breathe into...
Well not really, but it makes a better story that way..
The girl was real though. And so were her kazooms, I'd figure(not a fan of silicone, at least the big fakey-looking things). Of course there've been others along the way. Some merely viewed, a few actually experienced, but all unwitting--and, I'm sure, equally unwilling with my luck-- registrants in Rog's Big Boob Hall of Fame.(Actually, as a former bank employee I did come up with the BBiB award--which stood for 'Best Boobs in Banking' , but never informed any of the winners of their standing..)
Now before you brand me as a total breast-obsessed asshole here, let it be said that I do appreciate a great many more things about women : a good sense of humor, kindness, sensitivity, nice legs, and a decent caboose among them. And I have had crushes on a few skinny gals. So a great rack is not a hard-and-fast requirement here.
Still, I do have a terrible weakness for large bazooms--especially on an otherwise petite woman. If this is combined with a clever wit, a basic kindness of temperament, and a face at least pleasant to look at, I'm pretty much done in. Call off the dogs, the search is over!
Might even need a paper bag to breathe into for a minute..
posted by Roger U Roundly at 6:53 PM
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