Andrea entered her house and walked straight to her bedroom. Then she opened her closet. But what she wanted wasn't there. All of her blouses covered up too much. Why did she go out of her way to buy those kinds of clothes? Her breasts needed to breathe. Even her bras covered up too much.
She removed her blouse and her bra and then stood topless in front of the mirror. She smiled, seeing her breasts in full view. Her wonderful C-cup breasts. They were so lovely. Why was she trying to cover them up? She grabbed them and squeezed them, feeling the pleasure that jolted through her body at her own touch. It was so erotic.
She stopped herself. "What am I doing?" she uttered. She looked at her reflection, shocked. She was pleasuring herself ... fondling her own breasts! "What in god's name has gotten into me?" she asked. She immediately put her bra back on, but then was disappointed. The bra covered up so much. But then she had an idea. A temporary one, anyway. She went and grabbed a pair of scissors and cut out the fabric that made up the cups of the bra, leaving the "wire" parts alone. Then she put the bra back on. What she had was a homemade cupless bra.
She smiled. "There. Now I have support and I have them exposed." This way, she could easily fondle herself, even when wearing clothes.
Andrea turned and picked up her blouse, but then frowned. Now she remembered why she took it off. It was too ... prudish and conservative. She needed something more revealing. But she didn't have anything revealing, because she hated those things. But now ... now she liked them. She needed them.
She needed to go shopping.
Andrea begrudgingly put the blouse back on and headed out to her car. Before she left, however, she told her son Jason that she'd be out for a while and not to worry about her. Jason was the same age as Teresa (eighteen), but he didn't go to school with her. He was home-schooled by his mother. She was overly protective of him. In fact, the only time he ever really left the house was on Sunday, when he attended church. It was only appropriate, since his father was the preacher there.
On her way out to her car, she spotted her neighbor Jim still standing on his front lawn. The act that happened just a few moments earlier still sickened her. But she had to admit that that top that Teresa was wearing sure did look good on her. Maybe she could get something like that when she went shopping.
