I met Vera in a Natural History Museum night class in astronomy. You never forget your first look at Vera. She’s a big woman, tall and erect, with long auburn hair that falls past her shoulders. But the first thing you notice is her breasts. She wears clothes that attempt to play down her bust line, but for a woman built like Vera, that is impossible.

We happened to be twenty years older than many of the younger participants and we begar sitting next to each other and going on our breaks together. I learned she had been married and had grown children, as did I. When she learned I was a professional photographer, we really hit it off. She was a talented amateur and picked my brain constantly. She had a shrewd and sharp mind and was eager to learn.

One night in the planetarium’s dim light, waiting for the presentation to begin, right out of a clear blue sky she told me that she used to rub coconut oil and alum on her breasts to try to reduce their size. Playfully I said I was sure that she had lots of volunteers for that job. Vera told me that having huge breasts wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. Girls made fun of her, mostly out of jealousy; boys made crude remarks and just wanted to get their hands on them. She claimed her large breasts made her ache sometimes. Her bras were expensive and cut into her shoulders and “the damn things get in the way!” I couldn’t help it and laughed at her last remark. She finally saw the humor and we laughed together.

Vera had a real interest in wildflowers, and I said I’d help her photograph them. It was spring, and we made a Saturday date to go to an area I knew would have an abundance of wildflowers.

We left town early, for we had to walk a couple of miles from the base of the mountains to a beautiful meadow. Vera wore shorts, a flannel shirt and hiking boots. She’d made lunch, and I’d brought an old blanket, for protecting myself from the dew when photographing flowers from ground level. The sun was still behind the mountains as we set out.

Vera kept up with me, and as we strode along, the sun became hotter. I slipped off my shirt, and she made a comment about men being able to go naked from the waist up anytime. I replied that we were in the middle of nowhere and that no one would see her. She laughed and said, “Except you.” I stepped close to her and unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it off. She didn’t resist. I avoided looking at her magnificent breasts, turned and walked on.

We reached the meadow, and Vera squealed when she saw how many flowers were in bloom. Soon we were photographing the flowers, and I showed her how to isolate individual ones by focus, using a colored card I’d brought along. Still I avoided looking at her thinly concealed breasts. It was hard, and so was I.

By noon the light was wrong, so we quit and ate lunch under an ancient juniper. Then, suddenly, Vera reached behind her, unfastened her bra and slipped it off. “Do you like them?” she asked.

“You are more than just a pair of breasts. you are a superbly beautiful woman,” I told her. “Take off the rest of your clothes. I want to see you gloriously naked.”

Vera unfastened her shorts and slid them down. She took off her panties and stood before me, tall and lovely. I marveled at the full, swollen globes of her breasts, her softly rounded stomach, the glossy auburn thatch of her pussy. She sat down and slipped off her boots, then stood up again. Then I stood and, as she watched, slipped out of my remaining clothes. My cock was swollen and aching.

“Make love to me,” Vera said as she moved closer. “Make love to me slowly under the blue sky.”

We melted together, and her soft breasts flattened against me while my hard cock pressed against her belly. We kissed softly and slowly, savoring every moment. She moaned as I slipped my tongue into her hot mouth. Minutes later I laid her back on the blanket and began to kiss her breasts, licking and sucking on them gently.

I moved down her belly and spread her pussy lips, causing her to gasp. I licked the length of her wet slit, and her hips pressed upward as I slid my hands under her firm buttocks and began to lick and suck her butter-soft flesh. Vera began to sob and tremble as I moved upward slightly to find her swollen clit with my lips. I softly stroked it with my tongue and she screamed with pleasure, the cry echoing through the hills. Holding her hips, I sucked gently on her clit while I ran my tongue back and forth across its sensitive head.

It was all I could do to keep my mouth glued to her pussy as her hips bucked and she climaxed. Her pussy juices seemed to flow from her pulsing slit. She pushed my head away finally, and I moved up to hold and kiss her. She was panting, and a fine layer of perspiration coated her magnificent body. She held me close and began to cry softly. No one had ever made love to her that way, she said. Her ex-husband made fun of her breasts, and she had very few orgasms with him. She’d usually wait until he was asleep and then masturbate to a climax.

We kissed and she calmed down. She moved closer to me, and we rolled over. She straddled my body and, catching my erect cock, slipped it between her pussy lips. It was my turn to moan as she slowly enveloped me with her hot, tight love tunnel. She began to move slowly up and down.

An avid breast man, I watched, fascinated by the sway and bounce of her breasts as she moved atop me. Vera bit her lips, and I could feel her pussy muscles clasp my rod on each up movement. It wasn’t long before I was thrusting hard up into her, and then I pumped my load into her grasping pussy. She ground her hips down and cried out as we climaxed together.

Later we went naked down to a clear mountain stream and bathed in the cool water. She took my cock in her mouth, and when I was hard, I took her from behind. “Like a wild stallion and his mare,” she said later. We bathed again and, still naked, photographed the flowers. She let me take some pictures of her nude, knowing I would never show them to anyone else. We made love one last time, slowly and beautifully. Walking back to the car, we agreed that this had been an extraordinary moment in both our sex lives. Vera thanked me for loving her as a whole woman.

We saw each other in class, and she seemed more sure of herself. She didn’t hide her breasts or flaunt them. We both heard a sarcastic remark made by a girl in the class about her “big tits.” Vera smiled sweetly at the girl and said softly, “Why, honey, I do believe you’re jealous.” The girl turned red, then wheeled away amid laughter from those who’d heard the exchange.

Our relationship has flowered slowly since that day in the meadow, and I still have the pictures of Vera, beautifully nude among the wildflowers with the magnificent mountains in the background. We’re so happy together.