Cold Breasts

This is not what you might expect when you see a male writing about cold breasts. Today Breast Boy is just stating a fact. It is raining here in Anglesea and the thermometer would be lucky to be pushing 20. Not what he would call breast weather. All the breasts that were on display yesterday have gone into hiding.

It started yesterday afternoon. When Breast Boy first got to the beach around 2:30 it was a glorious day with just a few whisps of cloud. Likewise, it was a breast watchers field day. Breast Boy really wonders if he will still like breasts so much when he is 80. He just can't help himself glancing at all the sights. There's the woman adjusting her triangle bikini top to reduce the amount of white skin to a minimum. Over there a girl lying on her back. She has small breasts and brown bikinis with a bandeau top. Breast Boy thinks she is quite beautiful. A bit further on a young woman resting on her arms. She has a black underwire bikini top with the straps off her shoulders. Her breasts fall gently into the bra top.There are quite a few women with very brief or low cut tops. Breat Boy thinks it is a pity he can't just set up a beach chair on the shoreline and unashamedly just admire the sights.

After he finds a spot and has had a swim Breast Boy sits and relaxes on his towel. There are plenty of other interesting sights on the beach. The children playing building sand castles or other sand sculptures. Families playing cricket. There are lots of very young boys playing with their fathers. There's the 80 yo guy Breast Boy saw here yesterday with his 60yo son. The rocks forming the point are a magnificient sight. The way the waves are coming in gently today. It's all relaxing stuff. But he does like breasts. Out of the corner of his well trained eye he spies a young couple coming out of the water. She has huge breasts but petite everywhere else. Breast Boy thinks she is quite pretty. Her breasts are less noticeable when she puts on a white t-shirt.

Then three young girls walk/run past from the other direction. The one in the middle has developed early and is nearly falling out of her top. It's lovely to see the carelessness of youth.

Then the sky started clounding over and one by one, the breasts were covered up. I am left waiting for the next sunny day.