Today while grocery shopping, I spotted a girl with incredibly long and beautiful legs in the crowd. I originally approached just to admire her legs, but as I got closer, I realized her chest was just as stunning. She was wearing a light, form-fitting, slightly sheer cotton tank top. You could faintly see the black bra underneath, and when I walked around to her front, I noticed that the two buttons on her tank top were undone, revealing a generous view of her soft, pale cleavage.
She had a slim figure, around 5’4” and maybe a little over 100 pounds. Her breasts were on the smaller side — probably a B-cup. Because of that, her bra wasn’t sitting too tightly against her skin, and with the buttons undone, I kept catching teasing glimpses of the soft flesh inside the cups.
Later, while queuing at the checkout, I ended up standing right in front of her. I didn’t want to turn around too obviously, so I used my peripheral vision to keep admiring her. At one point, she leaned forward to look at some magazines on a lower shelf. Her tank top and bra were pulled down by gravity, creating a perfect gap. That’s when I clearly saw her nipple — perky and standing upright inside the black bra cup, nestled against her round, pale breast. I stared as long as I could until she straightened back up, then quickly turned my eyes forward and pretended nothing happened.
After paying, I pretended to check my receipt just so I could get one last look at her before she left. Funny enough, I almost forgot that I had initially noticed her because of her beautiful legs.
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