"Oh… yes…" Helen felt a strange shudder run through her as she stared at Cleo's firm, globular boobies. The woman actually had perfect hostess titties. You bent over a man to put his cup of coffee on the little table that comes down into his lap. You thus give him a view down your neckline into the regulation hostess bra that reveals much and hides almost nothing. Then, as you stand up, smiling, you just happen to bump a breast against his shoulder.

Sometimes they tremble so, after that one-two treatment, that they hardly can pick up their cup.

And don't kid yourself. Women look down other women's fronts, too.

As Helen did now while Cleo leaned forward.

And settled back, and said, "Did you notice the little scar on my left breast?"

Helen gulped. "N-no."

"Right here." Cleo opened her blouse till the clinging silk merely hung on her erected nipples, that jutted forth like tiny buds of pink. Helen could see the corollas of puckered delicate flesh above them and knew those corollas went all around, and how it felt to be kissed there, around and around and around and around…

"Warm," she gasped, and slipped out of her uniform jacket.

"Right here," Cleo said again.

Helen saw a tiny white line to one side and above the left nipple.

"Oh, Cleo dear, that's nothing. It… it…"

"My kid brother threw a sharp stick at me when I was thirteen years old."

"Oh, how dreadful. But it doesn't even…"

"I thought it might make a bump in the wrong place. That's why I wear heavy tailleurs."

"But it doesn't!"

Helen watched her own hand go out. It did not seem to belong to her. It had gone entirely beyond her control. Her hand went out, shaking, and with one finger she touched the tiny scar.

"Not a bit of bump. Don't worry, dear. Don't," and her hand slid beneath Cleo's blouse, causing the silk to give up clinging to Cleo's nipple and fall away, revealing the entire lovely breast. "Worry. Dear. Oooh. That feels. So. Smooth. Oh yes. Better check. The other one. Oooh," said Helen, helpless with longing. Softly she rubbed and cupped both breasts, feeling the taut punctuation of the nipples on the palm of either hand.