I Dont Always Wear A Bra When Perhaps I Should
We travelled to Dresden yesterday, and we walked around the city, a bit trying to find out hotel as there wasn't a cabbie we liked the look of at the station. It looked a lovely place, mostly modern now after the British bombed the city during the war against the Nazis, levelling it in effect after the destruction perpetrated on London during the Blitz.
We decided to return to the station and come on a little further in our journey home, we are in Prague!
Travelling yesterday was a little awkward as we had only gotten our laundry back from the hotel laundry in Leipzig a few minutes before we had to rush to the station, so we had pretty much improvised with our travel outfits, and I wore underwear as overwear, a pair of boy shorts as my shorts, and a tee as my top. No bra! No panties!
We sat pretty much opposite these two older guys the whole journey. Vladana had taken up the whole of the rack above us with her back pack so I sat with mine on the floor between my splayed knees most of the journey, only about an hour and twenty minutes. The guys kept looking at us. We presumed they were going to Dresden on business as they were suits.
For some reason I was conscious one of the guys kept looking at my breasts. I was probably a little nipple erect because the breeze from the cooler came down near me. If I'd have had a bra to spare I might have put it on!
We decided to return to the station and come on a little further in our journey home, we are in Prague!
Travelling yesterday was a little awkward as we had only gotten our laundry back from the hotel laundry in Leipzig a few minutes before we had to rush to the station, so we had pretty much improvised with our travel outfits, and I wore underwear as overwear, a pair of boy shorts as my shorts, and a tee as my top. No bra! No panties!
We sat pretty much opposite these two older guys the whole journey. Vladana had taken up the whole of the rack above us with her back pack so I sat with mine on the floor between my splayed knees most of the journey, only about an hour and twenty minutes. The guys kept looking at us. We presumed they were going to Dresden on business as they were suits.
For some reason I was conscious one of the guys kept looking at my breasts. I was probably a little nipple erect because the breeze from the cooler came down near me. If I'd have had a bra to spare I might have put it on!
