I work as a security guard at the gym at the small college I attend in NYC. it has to be the best job in the world. I basically get paid to read all the books I want and watch approximately 50-100 pretty girls a day work out. In to my gym today walked the woman of my dreams about 5'5", 115lbs, long blonde hair and a pair of legs that I can only describe as amazing. Anyway that isn't why I'm writing this. This girl had I would say a 36 DD rack crammed into a tiny, downright miniscule 2 sizes-too-small white t-shirt. I spent the next hour watching this wonderous piece of womanhood go through her workout routine. I can still easily picture those gorgeous boobs bobbing up and down as she ran on the treadmill. I watched her walk by me to get a drink of water. Let me say at that moment I could have hardly guarded a paper sack at that moment.
Later in the day around 4pm I had sighting number two. She was easily SIX Feet tall with a chest that dwarfed my previous sighting. IF those TITS weren't about a 42 EE I'll eat my used socks. She was slightly heavier than the first girl I'd say 155-160lbs. But who cares if she's slightly chunky. Her most prominent feature were those monstrous TITS of hers. I even made up some excuse or other to talk to her. Wonderful conversation...don't remember one word either of us said. Only thing I remember is thinking the whole time if she'd respond positively if I asked her to date me right there. I mean I had seen her before on campus last semester(I might have even skipped class to follow her around so I could get a better look at those wonderful jugs.), but never until today did I see the "TEAM" she owned up close. My god, I'll be remembering that rack into my 30's or perhaps until I'm old and grey. 