A Good Breast Day

Today has been a good breast day.

It started with at appointment I had at The University of Melbourne. Being at the far end of the city to me and having become more concerned recently about global warming and my own part in it, I decided to take public transport.

I got off the tram at the top of Swanston Street and started walking the wrong way. I just got into my head where my appointment was and, without checking on the map, started walking there. When I got there I was in the wrong place.

My only reason for recounting that part of the story is to let you know that I then had to walk a long way back along Swanston Street. Oh and it reminded me of being a student again. So many young women with barely restrained breasts. The one that stands out in my memory is the girl who could easily have just completed her VCE, with a pronounced tan, a summer frock and a bandeau bikini top underneath.

It made me think "I wonder how many breasts I have noticed in my life?" I doubt that it would be a million, but it would be a large number. And I never seem to tire of it. When I'm standing behing the woman in the queue for lunch I hope she will turn around so I can see the shape of her breasts and, even better, perhaps the low cut back of her top is matched at the front. Maybe she is and maybe she isn't wearing a bra? Can I see any straps? If she is, is it pretty? White perhaps? Maybe it's lacy? Or perhaps it's seamless and her nipples will be standing out through the sheer material.