There is a special magic in a well endowed woman who makes the conscious decision not wear a bra.
Just a t-shirt.
God bless you, miss, you’re doing the Lord’s work here.
Don’t get all preachy on me, this is more of a natural, primal thing.
Like watching geese flying North in formation.
Or seeing the first 400lbs woman wearing a tube top in the Summer at a Walmart.
But this woman has a serious A game going on.
She is totally aware of what she is doing.
Allow me to set the scene.
About 5’4, dark brown hair, pretty face with an earth sensuality that makes her stunning, eyes that are dark and beautiful but have malicious glint that reminds me of a storm warning.
Now for the serious description.
She is a DD cup, maybe bigger.
Mid 20’s, so some weight sag, but no age sag as of yet.
And they are natural.
Not that there is anything wrong with enhanced breasts.
But there is a difference in movement.
A braless woman with breast enhancement? They both move together, like synchronized swimmers, beautiful in their precision.
But a pair of DD without a bra?
Like puppies wrestling under a blanket.
Gloriously, there is no synchronicity.
Each breast has its own agenda.
And the lady in question not only understands the effect that she is having on the men and a few women around her, but she is reveling in it.
She is moving abruptly, waiting till she sees someone boldly staring, then reaching for things or gesturing suddenly.
All with a vicious little smile on her lips.
This is a dangerous woman.
Inside of 3 weeks, she could be running the world.
The cashier is an 18 year old guy that may or may not have orgasmed briefly a moment ago.
If he didn’t have a stutter previously, he does now.
She just waggled her shoulders at him, creating a lovely display that may have just made me cum a little bit.
But this is not about me.
You may have noted that I have not given her a nickname like I do to most people.
There is a reason for this.
I am at a loss for words.
What name could capture the complexity of the moment?
She is like a pagan goddess, manifested in a Starbucks.
Thank God she isn’t recruiting followers. (Or is she? I would worship at that alter.)
I can forecast conversion for anyone with a pair of testies.
Amazing that blog writing is still possible when most of the blood leaves your head, I thought is was a necessary thing? (Wait for it, wait for it…….there you go, welcome to the party.
The true power that this woman holds is both up front and subtle.
Every man in here is lusting after her.
And she will occupy many lurid thoughts throughout the day.
And that is a form of power that is stunning in its complexity and the fact that there is no way to fight it.
And why would you?