Straight Female / 40
Showing Off My Small Boobs
As a young girl I was definitely a late bloomer so to speak. When I was 13, I couldn't help but notice many of the girls my age were getting much more busty that me. If it hadn't been for my nipples, I would have been flat as a boy. I had round areolas shaped like a ping pong ball cut in half and had nipples sticking out as thick as the end of my pinkie finger.
But I did find out that without a bra, a T-shirt or thin tank top always got me a lot of glances. Between 14 and 15, I finally started to grow some boobs, much to my delight. Although I was only a 34B my nipples grew even bigger. I started to wear clothes to the mall that really showed off my boobs, my favorite was little multi-colored sun dresses without a bra. I loved trying on shoes or leaning over the glass cases looking at j*welry and catching old dudes trying not to get caught staring. LOL,
Our mall had a big circular fountain in the center with these big concrete benches around it. I'd sit there in my little short dress and look thru a magazine or a catalog. I'd move my shoulders and let one strap fall down a little and lean forward slightly, holding my elbows close to my sides. Older men would walk by and get an eyeful of nipple as the dress gaped open at the top. Some would walk by a second time or maybe even stop to chat. I just batted my eyes at them innocently and chatted away watching their eyes glued to my chest.
I was having a problem in 10th grade English class and one day just before school was out, I was wearing one of my sundresses and my teacher told me I need to stay after school for some tutoring as I was close to failing. Mr. Francis was about maybe 50 years old and gave me a sheet of verbs to conjugate, which I hated.
After about 15 minutes he stood beside my desk looking at the work I had done. I looked up at him and he was of course drooling over my perky boobs and nipples. I asked him how I was doing and he leaned close to point out some errors. His waist pressed up against my shoulder and I could feel his cock swelling in his pants. He told me to finish up and he walked away keeping his back to me. He came back later and did the same thing. I looked up at him and he was still looking at my boobs.
He told me that was enough for today, but I still need help if I was gonna pass his course. By the way, I got an A- in English that year.
But I did find out that without a bra, a T-shirt or thin tank top always got me a lot of glances. Between 14 and 15, I finally started to grow some boobs, much to my delight. Although I was only a 34B my nipples grew even bigger. I started to wear clothes to the mall that really showed off my boobs, my favorite was little multi-colored sun dresses without a bra. I loved trying on shoes or leaning over the glass cases looking at j*welry and catching old dudes trying not to get caught staring. LOL,
Our mall had a big circular fountain in the center with these big concrete benches around it. I'd sit there in my little short dress and look thru a magazine or a catalog. I'd move my shoulders and let one strap fall down a little and lean forward slightly, holding my elbows close to my sides. Older men would walk by and get an eyeful of nipple as the dress gaped open at the top. Some would walk by a second time or maybe even stop to chat. I just batted my eyes at them innocently and chatted away watching their eyes glued to my chest.
I was having a problem in 10th grade English class and one day just before school was out, I was wearing one of my sundresses and my teacher told me I need to stay after school for some tutoring as I was close to failing. Mr. Francis was about maybe 50 years old and gave me a sheet of verbs to conjugate, which I hated.
After about 15 minutes he stood beside my desk looking at the work I had done. I looked up at him and he was of course drooling over my perky boobs and nipples. I asked him how I was doing and he leaned close to point out some errors. His waist pressed up against my shoulder and I could feel his cock swelling in his pants. He told me to finish up and he walked away keeping his back to me. He came back later and did the same thing. I looked up at him and he was still looking at my boobs.
He told me that was enough for today, but I still need help if I was gonna pass his course. By the way, I got an A- in English that year.
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