Have you ever had someone look at you? Give you a look that gets you warm all over and by all over I mean between your thighs? Not a gesture, not a touch, just a look, “The Look?” That is what “The look” means for me.
What I like most about my body is my face, I think I have a pretty face, but my boobs… are an asset.
The second time I met Brian, we both had work, so we just had breakfast together. It was a nice, warm, sunny day, and I wore a gray dress with lots of cleavage. While we were at the cafe having our delicious omelet and a fruit plate for me, we had enjoyable conversation… Brian could not stop staring at my boobs!!!
Brian had mentioned previously that he was a fan of smaller breasts (Because, he thought, they were more sensitive than bigger boobs) I decided to test his theory, by showing him that girls with big boobs get the fun and… “The look”.
Brian kept looking down my dress which was strategically showing just a little bit of areola. The look I got was so warm, his eyes were shining and lust was pouring out of them, I had a hard time concentrating and maintaining eye contact. Of course the fact that he was having a hard time looking into my eyes was key… (My plan totally backfired!! I wanted to make him speechless. That look disarmed me.)
He noticed, because when I dropped him off at his hotel he caressed, slowly, and softly from my neck down into my cleavage… Again that look…uhm… so…powerful. “Thank you for wearing this for me” He kissed me, and walked away.
I immediately went home and changed my panties.
PS. I sent him a text later in our relationship
Me: What do you prefer boobs or bacon?
Brian: Bacon. It goes with everything.
Brian: Let me change my mind. I love your boobs. They are like my bacon.
I sent him a picture of my boobs.
Brian: Bacon, bacon, bacon.