I screwed a chick with two different sized tits

I once fucked a woman with two different sized breasts. Well I’ve actually fucked a ton of chicks who tits were not exactly the same size but I could barely tell. As it turns out breast asymmetry is actually very common. My sampling of thousands of topless women around the world bares that out. But in this case I am not talking about a slight discrepancy that is difficult to even notice. Today I am talking about a woman who had two entirely different size tits.

This chick was Japanese. She was pretty average looking but she had a good body. She was somewhat tall for a woman, with a nice slim body and what appeared to be a pretty good natural rack. It was only after I got her naked that I realized she only had one half of a nice rack though. In fact she had one large C cup and one smaller A cup. I’m using American bra sizes here too. Not those Japanese bra sizes that turn totally normal tits into G cups or whatever.

How we met

It all started at a big public meetup in Tokyo. It was some kind of language exchange where Japanese and English speakers could get together. The idea was that both languages would be used so that everyone involved could improve their conversational skills. I have always tried to improve my language abilities to help me pick up chicks. But I actually went this event because one of the sexiest Japanese cam chicks I ever saw told me she regularly attended it.

As it turned out, the cam model wasn’t there. But there were a ton of other Japanese chicks. Almost everyone who showed up was single. Though there were also some chicks who came in groups. The sex mix was about right down the middle. Plenty of Japanese dudes, two or three western women, a handful of western guys, and a bunch of Japanese chicks. Everyone was pretty subdued. To be honest I sort of felt like a shark swimming among a school of peaceful fish.

I had no preconceived notions but since I had free time I figured I would hang around and check it out. After chatting with some various people I ended up pairing off with the tall Japanese chick that this story is about. She was in her twenties. Unmarried, single and some kind of production worker for a Japanese television network. We really hit it off. Or to be more precise, I was laying it on thick and she was sucking it all up.

How I picked her up

I am not a practitioner or proponent of “game.” I don’t even really know what it is. I can be personable and charming though. Especially when I am talking to a new chick who is good enough for a bang. Say what you will about me. At least I am honest. I have a lot of experience dating Japanese women. It has mostly been good with a couple of notable exceptions.

Soon the chick and I were well away from the rest of the group and in deep conversation. She was more or less fluent in English even if she did make a lot of common mistakes when it came to things like prepositions. But her English was better than my Japanese so we quickly started speaking entirely in English. I find that Japanese people tend to open up more in English anyway. They view western culture as being more honest. In Japan most people are pretty reserved as it is more or less the cultural norm.

I found out about her life, her family, how she learned English, and a whole lot more. I also gave her some info about me but only when she asked. I even threw in a couple of my own stories when I could relate with what she was saying. It wasn’t calculated or anything though. I had no plan or format. I am just thinking back to how it all went and trying to describe it to you.

Eventually we decided that we would leave the meeting. I asked her if she knew any good ramen places. She said she did so I suggested we go there to eat. The place was nearby and the ramen was excellent! While we ate we talked more and got a little closer. In this day and age I find it totally normal to get pretty close to a woman in a single day. Especially if both people know how to communicate and express themselves.

How I got her home

People sometimes ask me how I pick up chicks. I don’t really have an answer. I talk to women when I get the chance. Sometimes I create the chance myself. If there is no chemistry I quickly move on to any of the other billions of women. But if there is an opening I lean into it to see where things go. Sometimes it goes nowhere. Sometimes it goes to the love hotel. In this case the night ended and we exchanged phone numbers.

As soon as I left I sent her a message on Line. I said I liked her and was glad we met. If she didn’t reply quickly I would know that I was pushing too much. But in fact she texted me during her entire train ride home. At the end of the night I asked her to meet me again the next day. She agreed to have dinner after work.

The next day came and I met her at an izakaya. We talked more and had a great time. About an hour in I asked her if she wanted to come to my room. Easy as that. Worst case scenario she would have say no. She said “mmmm…. okay!” And that was it. I was in no rush but when the bill came I walked her to a taxi and we took it to my rented Airbnb room.

Inside we talked for about 3 minutes before I just came over and started kissing her. That was it. We were off to the races. Deep passionate tongue kissing. She was grabbing me all over and fondling my stiffening cock through my pants. Over to the bed and we started undressing. She got down to some very classy and sexy Japanese lingerie. Then she got on her knees and started blowing me.

How I saw her hooters

As is my usual experience with Japanese civilians, the blowjob was pretty average. So even though my rod was rock hard I wanted to move on to something else. I got her up on the bed and started undressing her. When I unsnapped her bra I could tell she was really shy. I told her to relax, figuring she was just a bra stuffer or otherwise unnecessarily down on herself. She let her guard down and looked at me expectantly. I pulled the bra off and that’s when I saw the odd couple.

Now these tits were completely different sizes. But they weren’t deformed or anything. On was a really nicely shaped, full C cup. The other was a normally shaped, but much smaller, A cup. And that’s really all there was to it. I didn’t let it stop me. I sucked on both titties so she wouldn’t feel bad. Then I went down and slobbered all over her meaty cunt lips. She was super wet and really loved it. I pulled up and slid my cock on and had some really great and passionate unprotected sex in multiple positions.

I was sure to give both of her tits plenty of attention throughout. Sure it was not was I was used to. But she still had two perfectly functioning tits, so why not put them to use? She was nice enough to fuck me. I figured I should be nice enough to give her some enjoyment too. She was a genuinely nice woman!

After the sex we talked a bit. I brought up the tits politely and she said she just always had two different size boobs. I mentioned that this happens when women are growing up but that they often even out. I also mentioned that it could be a sign of cancer. She was well into her twenties so her boobs were done growing. And she said she was already checked for cancer. She told me she didn’t really mind it since it was normal for her. But she did admit to being shy around new sexual partners and when going into an onsen with other women.

Where it went from there

After the chat we had some iced tea. Then we had another even better round of sex. She asked why I pulled out the first time. After she assured me she was on the pill I blasted my second wad deep into her wet juicy cunt. Over the next few weeks we met many more times. The sex got really good and even a bit wild. She wanted me to lick her face and spit in her mouth. She even sucked on my toes and thoroughly licked my balls and taint for a good 20 minutes while I watched porn! Many loads were blown.

We maintained the meetings for a while after I left Japan. I met her when I was back in Tokyo. And she flew all the way out to Bangkok to stay with me for a weekend once. Good times were had and I never really got tired of her or anything. But eventually we just drifted apart. Ultimately the distance and existence of other women on earth is what did the relationship in.

I last met her in a coffee shop in Tokyo. She sent me a message asking how I was and I told her I was in town. She seemed a little peeved that I didn’t tell her I was coming in advance. The truth is that I wasn’t sure I would meet her. I wanted to get some new slizz and I was keeping her in reserve as a backup in case that didn’t work out. She might have sensed it. Anyway, we parted ways from the coffee shop without having sex. We didn’t fight or officially break it off. But that ended up being the last time I saw her.

I still think about this uneven breasted woman from time to time. Like right now. But not specifically because she had wildly mismatched sweater puppies. In fact fucking a chick with two different cup sizes is far from the strangest thing I’ve been involved in over the years. The super hot chick with hair growing around her nipples was definitely a long stranger. And no she was not a ladyboy. But that’s for an entirely different tale.