aldo-vallon - February 19, 2018
Look her in the eyes, look her in the eyes, look her in the eyes. Damn it, I looked at her chest. It is a good thing that I am not meeting her in person because I would not stand a chance. I cannot have that much chest being exposed in front of me without closely examining the area.
I was once meeting a girl at a bar for a drink and her friend was there. Normally this would not be an issue, I can be polite from time to time, after all. But this aforementioned friend had a chest tattoo with a low hanging top on. I never stood a chance.
After ten minutes of trying not to look, which is about as long as any man can hold out, I started taking peaks. My curiosity got the better of me and I needed to know what was nestled between those boobies. I think I was only able to steal a couple glances before she noticed. I give credit to her for not saying anything about it, it must happen to her a lot.
The worst part is that I still am not sure what the ink was. Seemed like an arrow, or a weather vane, or something.
Photo Credit: Splash News
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