Just like a vacation, you can't get there without making the trip. I loved the build up and the tease, loved the acknowledgement at end and the interplay with the son and mother and the old man was priceless.
I was in a long and wonderful relationship with a woman (Diane) who was lovely but also very small on top. I love breasts of all sizes so I was not devastated when after we got to know each other intimately I discovered that there was even less up top than it appeared from the outside. Diane said she wore the padded bras so clothes would fit better on her, but she was also very self conscious about the size of her breasts.
Anyway, what I learned, and never let on because I didn't want her to stop doing it, was that Diane would check out busty women. Not like a leering idiot guy would, but subtly. I found it incredibly erotic that if a woman would bend down, Diane would look down the front of the woman's blouse if that woman was large breasted. If the woman was built more along the lines of her, she would not look. It happened way too much to be anecdotal.
I grew to be able to anticipate the woman that she would check out, and would be watching Diane while she checked out the other woman. I remember Diane almost falling into the frozen food case of a store when this young girl was reaching down across on the other side of the case for something. The girl had humungous breasts, and the amazing thing was that when I looked at Diane, I could see her nipples through her clothing - even through her padded bra.
The point of this was that I very much enjoyed the part of the story that had the salesclerk eyeing Susan. I love women looking at women, and I think my Diane - who was NOT interested in woman - or so she always said, had a large breast fetish. I regret not ever being able to talk to her about it because the few times I tiptoed around the subject she made it seem like I was crazy.
what a doll, susan...such purposefullness of your blatent display!...
how thrilling to slowly understand, this was becoming a deliberate show for the "couchfolk". There's a treasure in the stolen glimpse down the blouse of an attractive pair of tits- even just One! Maybe even more so having to make the most of just 'one' nipple. But to stand square on, with boobs hung heavy and nipples 'pointing' directly to the Judging Panel with the direct question of I know you've been watching' "So which one is best?"...is like the finest dessert you've ever tasted after just a 'great dinner'. May I have seconds, please? Mike
English
Hummmm
Sounds like a personal story!
Personal or not
Me thinks she sould be proud of those puppies. I know I would be proud to see them
Love to tease as well, huh?
Lee
You Read My Mind!
Even though much more of a leg man than a tit man, I loved the way you captured just how our minds work ... nice job Susan.
very nice
Loved to have been sitting on that bench
Most definitely envious of the men on the bench.
Just like a vacation, you can't get there without making the trip. I loved the build up and the tease, loved the acknowledgement at end and the interplay with the son and mother and the old man was priceless.
Parts rang true
I was in a long and wonderful relationship with a woman (Diane) who was lovely but also very small on top. I love breasts of all sizes so I was not devastated when after we got to know each other intimately I discovered that there was even less up top than it appeared from the outside. Diane said she wore the padded bras so clothes would fit better on her, but she was also very self conscious about the size of her breasts.
Anyway, what I learned, and never let on because I didn't want her to stop doing it, was that Diane would check out busty women. Not like a leering idiot guy would, but subtly. I found it incredibly erotic that if a woman would bend down, Diane would look down the front of the woman's blouse if that woman was large breasted. If the woman was built more along the lines of her, she would not look. It happened way too much to be anecdotal.
I grew to be able to anticipate the woman that she would check out, and would be watching Diane while she checked out the other woman. I remember Diane almost falling into the frozen food case of a store when this young girl was reaching down across on the other side of the case for something. The girl had humungous breasts, and the amazing thing was that when I looked at Diane, I could see her nipples through her clothing - even through her padded bra.
The point of this was that I very much enjoyed the part of the story that had the salesclerk eyeing Susan. I love women looking at women, and I think my Diane - who was NOT interested in woman - or so she always said, had a large breast fetish. I regret not ever being able to talk to her about it because the few times I tiptoed around the subject she made it seem like I was crazy.
Thanks for the flashback of good memories.
nice one
Any guy would just want to be on that bench and i really wish i was on that bench.
what a doll, susan...such purposefullness of your blatent display!...
how thrilling to slowly understand, this was becoming a deliberate show for the "couchfolk". There's a treasure in the stolen glimpse down the blouse of an attractive pair of tits- even just One! Maybe even more so having to make the most of just 'one' nipple. But to stand square on, with boobs hung heavy and nipples 'pointing' directly to the Judging Panel with the direct question of I know you've been watching' "So which one is best?"...is like the finest dessert you've ever tasted after just a 'great dinner'. May I have seconds, please? Mike
Excellent!
Thanks for the fantasy. Kurt
Reminds me of story in Summer Camp by Nick Scipio
Coincidentally, the woman's name was Susan too.
very erotic
Thanks for the story Susan - it certainly leaves me wanting to pay more attention to dressing rooms :)
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