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Oh, Bryan. From the moment he walked into the room, my internal “boob-dar” (a finely tuned instrument I’ve developed over many years of living with these glorious twin peaks) started pinging like crazy. He had that particular glint in his eye, the one that said, “Yes, I see the whole woman standing before me, but also…have you seen those things?” I like to think of myself as having a reasonably charming personality, a witty repartee, and eyes that sparkle with mischief, but Bryan? His gaze, bless his heart, seemed to have been surgically realigned to a precise latitude just below my chin.
Our conversation was punctuated by an almost comical pattern. He’d start a sentence while his eyes valiantly attempted to meet mine, only for them to drift south with an almost gravitational pull before he’d catch himself. He’d blush slightly and restart with renewed (but fleeting) determination. I’m used to it, of course; being a woman of ample tittage means you develop a certain resilience, but with Bryan, it was less about objectification and more about an endearing, almost scientific fascination. He simply couldn’t help himself. Honestly, it was kind of adorable.
my internal “boob-dar”
As the evening progressed, the playful tension escalated, fueled by several drinks and Bryan’s increasingly transparent admiration. As these things tend to go, we eventually found ourselves back at my place. The entire journey was a masterclass in his subtle, yet utterly undeniable, fixation on my breasts. I swear, the man treated my sweater like it was a complex archaeological dig! Each button was a precious relic to be carefully unearthed. lol
His hands found their way to my nipples. I just laughed and felt a flush of warmth spread across my skin. I knew exactly what was coming next from my delightful, one-track-minded companion. And come it did. Every touch, every caress, every soft murmur against my skin was an ode to the shape and size of my ample cleavage. He treated my breasts like priceless works of art or perhaps like the two greatest pillows he’d ever encountered. There was a genuine wonder in his eyes, a complete and utter contentment that made me feel not just desired, but profoundly seen (albeit from a very specific vantage point).
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