Braless Mess

It always helps to be in the right place at the right time. You might land a lucrative job, you might get a smoking deal on a car, maybe you catch a glimpse of a friend you haven’t seen in years. Or, maybe you just see some lady drop her shit and flash you in the parking lot.

And if it were this lady, hod damn you should consider yourself lucky. I mean I know she’s got the gimpy wedding band, I see the frizzy hair, the few extra pounds on those thighs, and the freaky long pale fingers that sort of make me think of a ghoul. But those dear friend are D-cups, just as sure as I’m sitting here with cheetos on my belly. One extra little twich, like an an ant farts two parking spots away, and those boobies are going to come spilling right out. Can’t be stopped. Wouldn’t wanta stopit.

It is a braless mess, but it was built just especially for a rico suave-ay like you. Pardon me, ma’am – can I be of assistance? Those strawberries look mighty juicy and I’d had for them to get bruised or dirty on the parking lot there. Here, let me tuck your bread back in your poke. Brush the grit off, there we go. Live around here? If not, mind if I jump in your car with you and just stare like a weirdo?