Catching up on a week, Part 2

Picking up where I left off on the last entry ...

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Computer shopping: No developments over the last week. Too busy with the other stuff. Still researching.

Saturday at the fair: That's the night of the demo derby, and I got there late--supper was late, and there was a genuine traffic jam heading to the fair, partly due to the fact that the main street leading to the fair is closed for rebuilding.

So I arrived about 20 minutes late, and wound up sitting on the music stand, as usual. During the demo derby (I should explain), I really don't have a lot to do except keep notes on the races and wait for the end, when we get the picture of the winners.

Anyway, as I was getting water before settling down, a woman and her little kid was nearby, also getting water. She wore a reddish top with a V neck that was cut deep, and when she bent over, you could see a lot of her breasts. The guy who waited on her didn't notice me at first. "Sorry," he said. "I must have fallen asleep." "Yeah," I replied, "about as asleep as I was."

I got my water and didn't expect to see her again, so I walked back to the music stand. But just after getting there, I looked around, and there she was, seated nearby, maybe 15 feet away, watching the demo with her two little kids with various sodas and nachos, etc. Yes, it's the woman with the reddish top.

Here's how that top worked. When she stood upright, it didn't show hardly anything. But it was different when she bent over. The right side of it folds over the left side below the breasts--a surplice style? While she was seated and not sitting up straight, the stiffish fabric would naturally fall away from her chest. Somehow, I happened to be in the perfect position to see inside the right side, which showed a lot of the curve of her breast.

It varied. Sometimes, it was only a little sliver. Most of the time, much of the top of the breast was visible. For a minute or two, the fabric had pulled away from her enough to see the full curve of the breast, right to the bottom (no chance of a nipple, though). A couple of times, she pulled the top together by grabbing the top right side near her shoulder and pulling it to the middle--pulling it away from her shoulder for a second or two, showing off the bare shoulder, and she clearly wasn't wearing a bra,

Ah, yes, it was quite mesmerizing. It obviously distracted me from the races (the long set-up periods between races helped), and I had my camera up enough to take a few pictures of what could be seen. Once I got a full curve photo. But then it got darker and the kids were getting restless, and then she left. And I was able to concentrate more on the demo.

Fortunately, on this night the races ended at a reasonable hour, I got home by 10:30, and wife and I were in bed not long thereafter. It was partly not being able to get together the night before (or in the river). At any rate, I had something to give her, and I gave it to her good. She reported this morning that she had slept very well.

All this is simply what happens when something is unreasonably denied or repressed. There's no question that because I was denied the sight of breasts when I was young, I'm obsessed by them. And since society frowns severely on breasts being shown in public (by women, at least), it is still repressed. And they're beautiful, young or old, big or small.

I could go a lot longer on that line, but I think I'll leave it for a day when I can be more articulate about it.