FLEE FROM VULGARITY...NOT FROM NUDITY.

So, after the last attempts of February to survive through my sex apathy, March has finally come through, and spring, and my craving for unleashed and untamed sex with it.

My outfit for the office has gone slightly shorter and my tops slightly more transparent. As I always say when I have an audience ready to indulge me and listen to the B that florishes inside of Sophie B: "I flee from vulgarity, not from nudity." ( and then I usually strike an inspired pose)

Yesterday as I kneeled down to pick up a piece of paper ( it's always that damn piece of paper that gets you in trouble: damn bureaucracy! ) my boss, lovely woman, god and the devil bless her soul, took a step back in shock: "Sophie! Don't you wear a bra?"
I candidly replied : "never, why?"

At that moment I had a choice, I could cleary make my statement :
"I believe that small tits look amazing under a soft fabric and they're never vulgar. It's the privilege that small breasted women have. I believe it's incredibly sexy and incredibly graceful and if I were a man working here, I would love to see a girl's body through her t-shirt and to see her looking at me as I look at her. Frankly it would probably make my day..."
And then I would probably add in a more moralizing tone: " a girl who wears a push-up bra to work, now that's very different, because she has an intention, she is acting towards men looking at her and that's just plain slutty and vulgar. Grasping a man's ( or woman's for that matter) look on your body, slightly blushing, and then looking away, well how delightful, almost like a nineteenth century picnic in the english countryside... perhaps a slightly twisted one where all the women would secretly be playing with geisha balls.

I realized none of what had just crossed my mind like thunder was meant to be pronounced out loud in front of her, so I played the role I hate to play ( well not always), the one that kicks the B out of me and turns me into a naive little girl:
" oh I'm so sorry, it's just that I have small breasts so I never needed them"

She looked at me the way a real woman looks at a candid little girl (mostly meaning with pity) :
"Honey, in the working world, some men are perverts and they will look at you and maybe even come talk to you in an appropriate manner if you don't wear a bra . "

"oh ok I said."

As I followed her back to the office, I caught a man's eyes looking at me: I slightly caressed my left breast as I winked at him.


P.S: Guys, thank you for your votes on my MR set C'est si bon! You're the best!