Or maybe in this case … Buy the bra!
When is it wrong to stare at a women’s breasts?
Or should I ask … When is it right?
She is sitting directly in front of me now on the 1707 from Argyll Street. She’s early 50s, round face, functionally cut, home-dyed hair, size 20.
She’d probably describe herself as curvy.
From the logo on her tight polo shirt, I can see that she’s works in retail at one of the bottom-end clothing stores.
I’m trying not to look, but you know that way that you just can’t help but notice somethings, then once you do then you can’t stop staring, or at least stealing a furtive glance asking yourself are those for real?
I’d guess that she has size Double D breasts, not that large for a woman of her size.
But what caught my eye is that her bra must be a size C at most and half of her boobs are spilling over the top as the material struggles to hold her in.
She must have bought this bra many years ago or has recently gained a lot of weight and not updated her underwear drawer.
Now like every other red-blooded male on this train I like breasts, we are programmed to look and appreciate.
But somethings are just wrong! 🙂