Diary: Missionary Release

March 26th

Blissful morning working from home, no meetings to interrupt my routine. I stripped off my top right after coffee, letting my full, heavy tits hang free as I typed away at my desk. The cool air teased my nipples into stiff peaks, and every shift in my chair sent a delicious jiggle through them, keeping me simmering with that low hum of arousal. God, I love this freedom, feeling so exposed and alive, my bare skin basking in the sunlight streaming through the window.

Lunchtime rolled around, and there was a soft knock at the door. Peeking through the peephole, my pulse quickened, it was the missionary, that shy young thing. Weeks since our last stolen moment, and here he was, right on cue. I didn’t even think to cover up; I swung the door open, standing there topless, my breasts on full display, swaying gently with my breath.