I used to use a dry-cleaners regularly. The girl running the shop would always be behind the counter with a very low-cut dress showing a generously large amount of her generously huge tits and cleavage. I always thought that this was a bit ‘over-the-top’ and quite unnecessary. But I always enjoyed looking at her tits, especially as she leant forward, rested her great big titties on the counter, and wrote the ticket. I always enjoyed the luxury of a good 15 second oggle at her tits while her attention was diverted by writing the receipt! (Never got caught looking once!)
But why did she feel the need to show them off so very graphically and willingly? Did she enjoy showing them off? Did she hope that someone was actually staring at them? Did she hope that someone would notice them and mention them one day? It was all too much. I decided to be brave, and mentioned it one day.
I quietly and calmly simply just said
‘lovely big tits’. Sadly, It did not go down well. She looked very surprised and said ‘I don’t think you can say that!’. I thought to myself ‘Ah well, I’ve said it now, ‘in for a penny, in for a pound’’, and I replied ‘oh, I’m sorry, it’s just that you do have lovely big tits’. She scowled, I left.
What did I expect. I don’t know. Perhaps I was just hoping that she would say ‘oh, thank-you’ and we could openly discuss the merits of her lovely big tits. Perhaps I was hoping that she would say ‘oh, thank-you, would you like to come out the back, and see them properly, you can to feel them if you would like?’.
I’ve always believed:
‘if you don’t ask, you don’t get’. In this instance, I asked, I didn’t get. Hey-Ho! Some you win, some you lose!
But, here is an example of my favourite instance of: ‘asking, and getting’:
I was at a client’s house, and she proudly showed me the sexy, high heeled, thigh length boots she had just bought.
I offered a favourite risqué joke and said
‘Oooh, they’re nice, you’d look good wearing those………...…….. And nothing else!’
A little while later, she walked back into the room, and she was wearing the boots! And…………... NOTHING ELSE!
And now, there she was, beautifully perfectly naked!....... apart from those boots! – And yes, she did look good!
I think that she enjoyed the ambush of shocking and embarrassing me.
I may detail this story one day!.........................................
