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Chapter 4: Becky at the Library
I've often pondered why women wear bras. I guess the main reason is that their often rather swollen mammary glands won't swing and sway with every step they take, attracting lots of attention from horny men and simply getting in the way of normal moving about. Well, at least that's true for some women who are blessed with large bosoms. Another reason has got to be to keep their nipples covered and hidden from the horny eyes of men. Some women have rather small nipples so this certainly hardly matters while other women have rather large bosoms, but hardly any nipples at all, and that is quite sad. But some lucky women are blessed with large thick nursing nipples and this can happen on small breasted woman all the way up, or should I say out, to large breasted, if they are lucky. Certainly for my deliciously nippled neighbor Becky that has got to be one of the reasons she wears brassieres, or used to anyway. Ha, ha.
Still I suppose that some women wear bras to keep their breasts warm and protected both because they may get chilly and also since their nipples are often so easily stimulated. This, in turn, might not only produce rigid swollen nipples, often referred to as 'headlights', but also because undue stimulation could easily get a woman quite horny with all the stroking and friction that a chemise or dress might provoke. How could a woman hope to concentrate with constant stimulation of this sort? She might end up spending a lot of time in the ladies room rubbing her pussy or stroking her nipples until reaching a wet juicy orgasm. It is truly hard to say, but fun to guess at. Also, I am certain that a nice pair of headlights could create car accidents, or cause husbands to get slapped, bicyclists to crash into pedestrians, and all sorts of urban or family mayhem. It would certainly be hard for most men to concentrate on just about anything at all if they were left staring at a nice pair of headlights. Simple things like talking, thinking or even breathing might become difficult if one was left staring at a big pair of pacifiers pointing at your hungry lips.
For other women, they choose to wear brassieres to cradle their breasts so they are tightly held up and placed into a more picture perfect profile. A fine pair of breasts are quite capable of providing a very pleasant profile indeed and an incredibly seductive shape, depending on the woman. Pear-shaped, tear drops or avocados are often referred to when looking at the profile of firmly captivated breasts. Yet some younger women have such good muscle tone that no bra whatsoever is needed to create a picture perfect profile, even with larger breasts. Then again, even young firm breasts will certainly bounce when a woman walks around and get both the men, and the woman who owns them, rather stimulated. Yes, certainly it is good idea that women wear brassieres.
It turns out that a 'shelf bra' or a 'demi-bra' is meant to cradle and support the breasts while still allowing the nipples and areola to be exposed, free to the air and the stimulating sensations of a covering blouse, tank top, tee shirt, halter top or dress. I do believe that I am a fan of demi-bras and all the attention they can attract and eyes they can please. They capture the breasts tightly held close together and give them the most gentle uplifting support. However, I fundamentally do prefer women to never wear bras at all. It is simply too much fun to watch them bounce around, to observe their shape and the inevitable appearance of swollen nipples or possible wondrous cleavage. The lack of a bra allows one's fantasies to run gleefully rampant, free and lust ridden.
When we returned to Becky's house after the convenience store escapade we both needed a bit of a nap, which was easy for us to take due to all of that sexual exercise. We actually both slept together at her house. Since we had seriously cemented our new friendship it did not seem odd at all for me to spend the night at her cute little love shack. I imagined this was going to become a common occurrence, which pleased me very much.
The next thing either of us knew it was the next morning. Becky got up and immediately busied herself getting ready for work at the library. I was very pleased to simply lie in her bed and gaze at her thin limbs, curvaceous hips, and perfectly shaped firm large breasts. Much to my delight, she selected, all on her own, a demi-bra to wear for work that day. On top of that she put on a light turquoise and thinly knitted button-up blouse. It was such a pretty and light fluffy thing that it made one want to stroke it a bit and feel its softness. If you did that, it put you dangerously close to also stroking her full bosoms and that certainly would not be acceptable behavior in public. It had many little buttons running all the way up to a conservative high neck. Over this she wore her standard gray vest. This covered her breasts and nipples quite solidly and had just 3 large buttons on it. She only buttoned one of them however and this did effectively keep her blouse covered. Her mid-length skirt was also gray but tight at the waist which showed off nicely how thin she was and what fine hips she had developed. The overall presentation was that she had some fairly large breasts hidden in there somewhere and some young hips, yet overall she looked normal if not a bit conservative with a standard librarian kind-of look.
Becky barely spoke to me as she had little time to get to her shift at the school library. Part of her wanted to stay and explore her newly liberated sexual side but she really needed to get back to work. So there she was, back behind the librarian desk organizing books and moving them around, as was her daily duty. She felt free and somehow more experienced and womanly since she had met me. She thrilled at knowing that she was going commando with no panties and a daring demi-cup bra, barely any underwear on at all.
So, as it was, young Zack, a biology nerd, was already there at the library busy doing his homework. He chose a desk rather close to the librarian counter because he had lots of reference work to do and needed to bury himself in his endless homework and get periodic help from the librarians. He was a perfectionist and all the time he had spent being a good student had not allowed him to learn how to cruise the ladies and socialize. Still, he was only 20 and his hormones were raging just like any other young man, so he was left with his fantasies; plenty of fantasies in fact, that he tried to keep at bay so that he could focus on being a perfect student. As is often quite true for young men, he fantasized about women with large breasts, big tits, beautiful bosoms. He did not prefer simply round breasts nor overly huge ones and, like me, he adored that slight teardrop shape where they slightly sloped down from up high, and widened and rounded towards the bottom. Heavy full breasts with upturned nipples captured his fantasies all the time. Women like Shay Laren the famous Playboy model often piqued his fantasies of areola and nipples. Early in the mornings these fantasies would take over and often he would wake up with a large wet spot in his bed and a very satisfied feeling. To put it frankly, he often dreamt of fucking conservative busty office secretaries, shapely women in the clothing stores, or girls who worked behind the counter at the local coffee shop. He loved busty conservative women. He just loved them.
So after a few minutes of Becky's arrival for her shift at the library, Zack glanced over at her and quickly noticed how really pretty she was. He wondered if she was a new employee because he never noticed her before. After a few more glances he then realized why he thought she was so pretty, it was because she looked rather stacked in the breast department. There was a certain puffiness occurring beneath her vest top. He had seen her before but never paid much attention to her. She caught his attention more than he really wanted her to this morning and he soon found himself catching cheating glances of her while he tried to continue studying. However, his thoughts wandered back to the dream he had this morning. He couldn't remember clearly but it was something about a secretary busy typing at her desk with one of her large breasts completely hanging out of her blouse. He sat along side her and grasped it with both hands and nursed from it fervently. Delicious warm milk was coming out and he was desperately drinking it all down. Next thing he knew, he was awake with a large pool of warm cum all over his belly. Oh well, he thought, just another wet dream. Well, it was a particularly fine wet dream because of the image it held in his brain and the taste on his lips. Fuck, it was a great dream!
Zack continued to eyeball young Becky while he began to rub his Johnson, which he could easily reach with his hand inside of his pocket. The more he glanced at her, the more he could tell that she easily had some 'D' cup breasts hidden there. He hoped he could somehow see more of them but didn't see how he could do that.
