I haven’t had my eyes checked in at least five years. After some wicked headaches my wife suggested that we take me for an eye exam. We went to a local eyeglass place, where a young lady greeted us. Her name was Michelle, and was she stacked. She was on the thin side, but seemed top-heavy. My wife and I decided that they were implants. Her boobs were playing peek-a-boo with me from slightly above the nipple. It was sort of embarrassing, for in the course of the fitting process I sat facing her with our knees just inches apart, staring at those magnificent pair of breasts.
Michelle asked me to look at a target so that she can properly adjust the frame. I started looking into her eyes, but soon I picked on those heavenly tits to stare at as my targets. This proved to be frustrating as I felt my pecker stirring. A long almost forgotten feeling, warming my upper thigh, but like a trooper with my wife chuckling, I continued to stare at those mounds, for each fitting some ten minutes at a time. I think that the constant attention affected Michelle as well for during the third fitting I sensed that those nipples were now erect, as those heavenly mounds wanted to be set free from under their protective clothing. I was trying to envision her nipples. Were they like erasers, or like girlish nubs. I imagined them to be like erasers as I watched her nipples proudly protrude. She didn’t seem fazed as she flexed, this appeared to make them two sizes larger.
