Holidaying in Mexico as we speak. Was lazing by the pool yesterday and observed a fellow Brit struggling with her parasol. The hotel ones have a weird knack to get them open and she was struggling. I offered help, she accepted - we both started grabbing at the various spokes to loosen the mechanism.
I went for the last remaining spoke, directly in front of her. She went for the central column to start pushing the umbrella upwards.
The back of my left hand met the soft squish of her right breast through it's bikini.
She knew. I knew. No words were said.
It was the briefest of touches, but I felt a nipple against my knuckle. She thanked me, I departed and thought about it all day. She smiled every time our eyes met.
I'd say she was a healthy C cup.
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