There is no doubt about it. I am a boob man. I have always been a boob man and I will probably always be a boob man. There is just something about breasts that have always fascinated me. I am not sure what it is. I mean, I guess it is not unusual for a man to like boobs, but I am practically obsessed with them. I love the way they feel in my hand and in my mouth. I love the way they look when they bounce up and down and I love the way a nice, tight t-shirt clings to them and shows every curve.

Another thing that fascinates me about boobs is how they can all be so different. I swear that no two boobs are alike. Even the boobs on the same woman are not the same. One might be a little rounder or a little bigger than the other. Or, the nipple may be shaped a little differently. Not only that, some girls have big nipples that practically cover the entire tit while other girls have little tiny nipples. Whatever the size, I love them all.

So, considering my love for black boobs, I guess it should come as no surprise that I was hooked when my new neighbor moved in. She had very large boobs and a nice, thin waste. I wanted so desperately to see what they looked like beneath her shirt. Every step she took, they bounced and jiggled ever so slightly and I wanted to cup them in my hands.

I was becoming almost obsessed with my neighbor’s boobs. It was to the point that I could hardly look at her face when I saw her on the street. I just wanted to feel those tits and taste them in my mouth.

Luckily for me, my opportunity finally came. You see, her house was right next to mine and the window in my bedroom faced the window in her bedroom. I had been trying to sneak a peak ever since I had moved on, but she always had the blinds closed.

Finally, I was in my room one day and I saw her light flick on while her shades were open. I figured she would come over and close the shades before she started to undress, but this time she didn’t. Instead, she stood right in front of her window and started to undress. First, she took off her skirt and I could see that she was wearing a pair of purple, lace panties underneath. Then, she sat at the end of her bed and slowly took off her pantyhose.

After her pantyhose were off, she stood up crossed her arms in front of her and grabbed the bottom of her shirt. She slowly lifted her shirt up and pulled it up high over her head. I couldn’t believe it when I saw her standing there with nothing but purple, lace bra and panties.

I felt like I was going to die with anticipation when she reached around back to undo her bra. A saw the bra give way as her straps hung down around her shoulders. She allowed the bra to fall off onto her arms and then, there she was, with fully naked tits right before my eyes.

My neighbor’s boobs were as magnificent as I had hoped. Her nipples were the perfect size for the size of her tits and her tits were nice and firm. She didn’t even need a bra to hold them up. With that, she walked over to her window, gave a coy little look out her window, and shut the shades. It was an amazing night.