Early February 2007 The Dancing DressWow! Batman another one!! I was driving back from filling up the Batcar with BatGas, when I pulled up at the intersection to see a dream; skipping across the road.About five foot six and on the bright side of thirty, Her hair was short and black, not dyed; but natural.She was very well dressed; in a one piece dress made of a silken material, in autumn colours.The top was close fitted across her breasts bringing them in tight and close together and at the bottom; was a short cut minidress.The cut of the cloth allowed a full skirt held in at the waist to fall in waves, right to the hem. The way she was moving allowed the bottom of her dress to dance with her movements. her legs were long, slim, straight and without any bulk.She was between a walk and a run and seemed to be in hurry. She was carrying a small purse slung over her shoulder; held close to her body by the length of a smooth sun-tanned arm. She looked like she was dressed to go to a wedding.You know the look. A garment made for show, but not meant to be worn to work almanbahis şikayet or even to an interview. I watched her reach the other side of the footpath and skip away further down the street.I couldn’t stop to look as I had gawkers wanting to look inside the Batcar and trying to crowd me.So with no small regret I accelerated away. and and andAnd today! in the coffee shop. Sat down at a small table with a view into the kitchen at the rear.Lo and behold a young woman about twenty or so mixing batter in a steel bowl with a spoon.Every movement was magnified by her over large breasts; moving in time with the spoon.Oh Bliss. again.October 2007She was a customer. Standing at the end of the Coles checkout waiting to pay for her order when I first noticed her.She looked about in her twenties and had blonde straight hair framing her face.She was wearing a dress. With an indistinct pattern, held up by her breasts and just a thin spaghetti strap attached to the front around her neck.She had no jewellery.This dress was not unusually short; it finished just above her almanbahis canlı casino knees. But the lines followed her figure and ended in a short frill or flounce which flared out to make the look quite special.She was wearing a medium high heels on delicate black pumps with no strap to bind them to her feet.Her legs seemed quite long and there was no plumpness detected either above or below her waist.She walked straight and erect, with no delicate mincing; but determined with a stride that announced to all watchers and voyeurs.I am Woman.A letter to Phil.Was in the Deli/Butchers in Midland yesterday and saw they had what looked like Black Puddings in the window display area right down the front. I asked the woman behind the counter if they were as advertised.Now I did notice that she had rather large well contained breasts fitting snugly into a black top. They actually jiggled when she moved which to an expert like myself knows that they are genuine. I could see the separation of the cleavage quite well and thought; if I go down to the counter whilst she is almanbahis casino reaching forward to take them out then I would get a wonderful view of a full frontal without risk of being discovered. But then I thought? What would Phil do in this situation? Would he RUN down to the counter and stand transfixed whilst the said breasts were presented to him? NO! I thought he would not. He would stay in the position well away from the soon to be on show breasts and wait quietly for the woman in the black top to return from her task. So there! I have thought what you would do and followed it to the letter. Aren’t you proud of me? My eyes are tired.Yes, the simple task of watching breasts all day while at the shopping centre was just too much for my corneas.There were sloppy ones, tight ones, just right ones, big ones. small ones, budding ones, droppy ones, droopy ones, no bra ones and kept tight to my body ones.Even to the extent that when we sat down in the Mall for our lunch, the three girls at the next table were obviously placed there just for my enjoyment.The one immediately in my eyesight had big balloon ones that were being pushed up of their containment by her arm resting on the table and the said breasts being pushed out of her top.I was just about to lean over and push them back in with my hand but I reluctantly declined.