"Dick, no, please don't do that," she whimpered.

"For God's sake," he panted, "be reasonable, Wendy. It's our last time together. At least let me look at your body. Give me that much to remember."

Wendy melted. It seemed like such a little thing to do, considering that she was walking out on their engagement, giving up Dick in order to follow her own ambitions. He'd always been so gentle and patient before, too, never going farther than she wanted. Perhaps he deserved a reward.

"All right, Dick," she said shyly. "But you can only look."

"Sure," he sighed, "I'll only look."

He awkwardly unbuttoned her blouse, while Wendy lay trembling beneath him. Now that she'd given her permission she felt scared and embarrassed. No one, not even her mother, had seen her mature breasts naked. Dick finally got her blouse open and drew it oft leaving her in just her dainty white lace bra.

"Oh, Jesus," he breathed.

Wendy had very large breasts, the cleavage deep and ripe, and her full tits seemed about to burst from the tight confinement of her bra. The white cups poked straight up, luminous in the moonlight. Dick's hands sweated and shook as he reached around her and fumbled with the hook of her bra.

At last he got the catch open. Wendy blushed hotly as he drew off her bra and dropped it on the floor of the car. Both she and Dick stared in wonder at her pale full tits. It seemed unreal after two years of courtship during which they'd never removed an article of clothing.

"Jesus, you're gorgeous," Dick said at last, his voice husky with longing.

Wendy's big full breasts were perfectly firm and pointed even though she lay on her back. They were the size of small watermelons and similarly shaped. The flesh of her boobs was creamy-pale, in contrast to the healthy tan over the rest of her body. She had dainty little nipples the color of coffee and cream.