We were lounging on our bed, Henri waiting for his brother Pierre to pick him up in his new pre-owned car. Brothers always competing. While we waited, he slips his hands in my shirt, as he always does, to fondle my braless nipples, which they are always free when I’m at home. My chest is his spot for his fingers to relax.
First he starts off by just rubbing them, grasping the whole breast and massaging. Eventually, he signals in on my nipples, rolling them between his fingers. He pinches and pulls, getting into a rhythm. While I’m experiencing waves of feel good chemicals and squirming in my obvious arousal, he continues, like a child comforted by his soft blanket.
He has lulled himself to sleep this way plenty of times. Some people have stress release balls to squeeze, he has my breasts, which are always available.