Joan visited me at the shop where I work the other day, looking very nice. She stops by often, I suspect to flirt with me, although she appears to be in her late thirties. But like I said, she looks very nice.
“Hey there B, how’s it going?” She asked, perky as usual.
“Great, Joan. And you?” I said, really noticing how nice she looked, fresh and pert with her dirty blonde hair and bright blue eyes. “You look great today, by the way.”
“Oh, thanks. So sweet. I usually wear dresses in the summer, but I thought I’d try this top out today. What do you think?” The top was a thin cotton lavender tank top-ish kind of thing with some elastic business in the neck area that made it scrunch between her breasts. Basically unremarkable, except for the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra — and her breasts were quite remarkable. I gazed at her chest, pretending to formulate an opinion about her top.
“I think it looks great on you. Very summery.”
“But do you think I need a bra with it? I mean, am I showing too much?”
“No, it’s very nice this way. I think the liberated look is in. It’s very sexy.” I said. Her breasts looked great. They’re probably c-cups, firm and buoyant for her age, and through the thin cotton I could see her puffy round nipples.
“But I’m afraid I bounce around too much. Here, watch when I walk.” She walked over to the door and back again, her breasts bouncing and swaying under the top. I watched purely out of concern for her image as her nipples traced separate patterns around the cotton.
“It’s not that noticeable,” I lied. If I had seen her on the street I probably would have tripped over myself.
“Oh you’re sweet. I won’t worry about it. I feel sexy, anyway.” She laughed, her face lit up and she slayed me with a sultry gaze from her big blue eyes. Maybe I imagined that, but she slayed me nonetheless.
You are the sexiest woman I have ever seen, I wanted to say. Take me to your apartment and fuck me. I will kiss your breasts while you pull me deeper inside you. I want to feel your milky skin against my body. I want to feel your nipples harden between my lips.
“You should feel sexy,” I said. “I think you’re beautiful.”
“Thanks B. If you keep talking like that I’m gonna take you home with me.” She smiled softly.