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Originally Posted by andyt29
Found myself thinking a lot about one of my first girlfriends.
The point that has me fixated is that all of her bras had the clasp in the front. I have not dated anyone since whose entire bra collection was like that. There was something amazing about pinching the clasp together then making that snapping motion to separate the cups. The sight of her practically bursting forth, over and over is burned in my brain.
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This brought back a long forgotten memory. I was in grad school and lived in an apartment by myself. A female grad student lived next door. We didn’t really hang out but one evening I was sitting on my little patio with a cooler of beer enjoying the evening. She came home and I asked if she would like a beer. She said yes so we sat there drinking. Eventually we went into my apartment and were soon making out. I had taken her shirt off and was going to remove her bra. Now up until that moment, every single bra that I had seen had the little metal clasps and rings in the back. But this one was solid in the back. I figured out that it was clasped in the front but wasn’t sure how it worked so there I was looking like an idiot, trying to figure out how to unhook her bra. After fumbling around for what seemed like forever, she finally took pity and took it off herself.
We didn’t do much more that night than get her naked and fooled around some. But I damn well learned how to remove a front clasping bra.