Andrea took off her blouse and her makeshift cupless bra and tossed them aside. Then she grabbed one of the new bras she bought. It was a white lacy shelf bra. The moment she saw it, and the other ones just like it, she just had to buy it. It was perfect.
She put it on and gazed at herself in the mirror. The material of the bra ran underneath her breasts, pushing them up and creating a good amount of cleavage, but at the same time, the bra didn't hide her breasts. Her nipples were in full-view, just like what she wanted.
But then she suddenly felt uncomfortable. Did she just buy a dozen of these things? They were all beyond sexy. They were erotic. What had possessed her to buy these things? But then she looked at her reflection again and suddenly felt at ease. She was so hot. Her breasts looked so ... so ...
She reached up and began fondling her breasts, like she did back at her house earlier. She moaned softly at first, but then began to get louder as she felt more and more pleasure course through her body.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the stall door and Andrea stopped what she was doing immediately. A look of shock and embarrassment appeared on her face. What have I been doing? she thought. A woman like her (the wife of a preacher no less) shouldn't be acting this way.
