On a windy day

Estelle called me on a gusty afternoon. 'Come over. I have something beautiful to show you.' I went straight to her place. She took me out to the balcony without a word. The wind tore at her dress. 'Feel it,' she said, eyes shut, 'it's raw, it's strong, it's perfect.' She tugged the fabric open. Cool air hit her skin. Her big, soft tits bounced free. I couldn’t hold back. I kissed each closed eyelid, then cupped one heavy breast, thumb tracing the pale curve while the breeze stiffened her nipples.