I am out for my regular morning walk. I'm pretty regular at doing that because it keeps me fit, in a way. I'm usually out by six. There aren't many people out, and I walk a route where I don't meet many others or go by very many houses. There are a lot of fields and woods and a lot of privacy.
Ahead of me I can see a figure also walking, seeming to stride along pretty vigorously. As the person comes a little closer I can see it is obviously an attractive woman. She's wearing a bright yellow shirt with long sleeves and what appears to be lycra-type pants that hug her legs down to her ankles. Whatever she has on under the shirt makes her breasts stand out, reminding me of headlights coming at me. She is lithe, long-limbed, and quite slender. As she moves her head I can see her hair is very long. She appears to be in her thirties perhaps. That's a few years younger than me.
As we approach she's smiling in a very friendly way. I apparently cannot hide my fascination with her breasts showing and jiggling so obviously.
"Good morning," she says. "Like what you see?"
We're stopped at a place where a trail leads back into a stand of trees. We're out of sight of any homes.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you're staring at me as if either something's wrong or you like something."
"Want me to be honest?"
"Of course!"
"Well, to be honest, I was looking at your breasts. Your top makes them pretty prominent."
"Really? And you like that?"
"Yes, really, and yes, I like that. I mean, after all, I am a male. I'm sorry to be so obvious in my admiration for what appears to your lovely figure."
"Oh, I don't mind, I don't mind at all." She smiles.
"Do you mind if I ask a question?" I decide to be bold.
"Go ahead. What do you want to ask?"
"Your breasts," I start. "Are you wearing a bra, or are they so perky naturally? My guess is you're not wearing a bra."
"Oh, no, I never wear a bra," she laughs as she pulls her top up to show me. Indeed her tits are lovely, slightly pendulous in a very erotic sort of way, nice mounds that make my hands suddenly ache wanting to hold them and tipped with centered pale brown nipples that make me salivate. She holds the top up, obviously enjoying my appreciation of her accoutrements. The moment seems to go on forever.
"Very nice," I finally whisper. I feel as if I can't possibly speak in a clear, loud voice just now.
"May I ask you something?" she asks.
"Certainly!"