A simple one from last summer. My fun sister in law had a bee fly near her tank top. She was swatting it away and pulled most of her breast out because she thought it flew into her tank top. I didn't see her nipple, but I saw enough of her areola to be able to put together how enormous and dark her areolas are.
I stared, of course, and she saw me staring. When she figured the bee was gone, she said, "I was going to turn around, but I figured you wouldn't mind. And I would rather have you see my nip than other random people around." I said I certainly didn't mind. She said, "Then I know to not turn around if it ever happens again."
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