there's a girl who i see around town quite a lot. she's small and slight (though with curves in all the right places), roughly 5' or so, with thick, wavy black hair, perfect fair skin, dark eyes, a labret piercing and a huge set of boobs that seem enormous on her petite frame, which i'd guess at being roughly an E/EE cup. she has a style which i find incredibly sexy and is often wearing shirts of bands i'm into, sometimes modified to accommodate (or accentuate) her prodigious bust.
i was in town this morning to do some shopping when i should turn the corner for my favourite record store. leaving the store is the girl, her ample cleavage seeming too much for the tight, low-cut top she had somehow managed to squeeze herself into. no sooner had this thought crossed my mind did she hitch at the chest of her top, pulling her mighty assets up, jiggling them around in an effort to relocate them to a more comfortable position within their feeble moorings, then letthem drop, causing them to quake considerably. as if that weren't enough, she then proceeded to heft them a few times, and when she seemed pleased with the results, cast a quick glance to ensure noone noticed, and continued walking.
obviously, i was in awe of the whole spectacle, and thought for sure she must have noticed my staring. but, she carried on, i breathed a sigh of relief and headed towards the store. i found myself staring again as she was coming toward me, cleavage quivering with every step, and as i passed her, i swear to god i didn't imagine this, she gave a sly grin, thrust her chest out and gave it a quick shake, winked at me, and carried on walking. i stopped dead and turned round to watch her leave, and she was still looking at me, a mischievous smile on her face, as she turned around the corner.