




Continued.. The clasp at the back of my bra came open easily, but I let the brassiere continue to lie over my breasts as I stretched my arms again, imagining them all watching for the moment it fell away to reveal my nipples. People pay far too much attention to nipples and I was determined that their eyes worship every part of my body equally. It is in the nature of women to be objects of such attentions and I felt no concern about it. This feeling was one of excitement, for there was nothing so thrilling as feeling the keen desire of others. Women want respect, certainly. We wish to be treated as equals, but secretly we still wish to be desired and to be viewed as items of desire; there is nothing greater than having others going mad with lust for us. And while I wouldn't let any of them sleep with me, this peepshow empowered me and fuelled their animalistic needs along with my own. I wanted to pass them in the street from now on and see the hunger burning in their eyes. When I shrugged the bra from my shoulders and let my small breasts stand proudly to attention, I had passed some crossroad within myself. That sudden baring of flesh tripped a switch in me and I was finding it increasingly hard to stay calm. I had planned it all to the last detail, but I felt an orgasm growing steadily within myself and it was problematic. It didn't need the application of my fingers to bring it about, the situation itself was all that was necessary for that, and I had to take long deep breaths in an attempt to negate a premature detonation; like some little boy with his first woman. Trying not to rush, I returned to the plan, touching my breasts, well aware that the taunt skin and perky nipples were best observed when in hand. Keeping my eyes elsewhere I cupped them as if rubbing away the ache from my bra. This simple and innocent gesture made it appear I was offering around a tray of sweets to be sampled. **To be continued and completed this evening**