Somebody asked about bras, after all my name here is Bramaniac! So recently, the 50th anniversary of the 1969 moon landing has been on the news and got me to thinking, and honestly, I don't remember much of it; I didn't even have a television in 1969. But I do remember some Mercury and Gemini things from earlier in the space program in the same decade, like in the early 1960s when I was in junior high school. It must have been 1963, and about all I remember, even more than the space program is Marlene Shaner. OMG, I will never forget her, or maybe more accurately I will never forget her amazing tits! They were big! And back then bras did not flatten big titties out so much like they do now. No, back then bras made them poke out to nice points! And Marlene's tits, well they were truly spectacular and just about every boy in school talked about them.
You see, back then, D-cup tits were a rarity, not like today. Girls were thin and especially teenage tits were much much smaller. And at that time all girls wore while blouses, it wasn't a uniform or anything, it was the style at that time, and as you know, while white blouses are not transparent, but maybe translucent, you can sort of see through them. And under Marlene's blouse I could see her big bra straining to contain those luscious tits. And since it was a button up blouse and her tits were straining against it, there were gaps between the buttons and I could see her bra, and maybe the upper curve of her breasts through the gaps. And I was lucky enough to sit next to her in Mr. Purvis's English class and I am amazing she could not feel the heat from my staring at her tits all through class because that was about all I did in that class, I sure did not learn much English!!
So that was probably when my interest in bras was first kindled. And of course in the ensuing years, looking down girls blouses to see their bra-encased titties became an obsession, because that is what we perverts do; we become obsessed!
Gawd I remember about that same time my parents had some friends on the other side of town who had a daughter who was a year younger than I was. And as it turned out she also had some very excellent tits, not Marlene Shaner sized tits, but probably a solid C-cup. And I remember especially this one evening we all went over for a visit, and Robin and I, yes that was her name, Robin, well she and I went down to the basement ostensibly to play Monopoly or something, which we had played in previous years, but this time with bubbling teen hormones, we ended up on the bed in the dark with my hand down her blouse, and I remember feeling soft wonderful tits for the first time. Oh my what an experience, such soft skin, and oh that nipple hardened in my fingers and my cock along with them, like a piece of granite.
We did some kissing too, but nothing much more, but I did put in much time and effort fondling those amazing titties. A couple of years later I would lose my virginity with lovely Robin in the back seat of a Studebaker Lark, and that is another story for another time, but for now it was all about my hands in that bra fondling those firm but soft teen titties! And I remember afterward on the way home the smell of her perfume on my hands, which I didn't wash for days!
So yes, now I love to wear a bra with silicone inserts under a satin blouse, and I love to fondle those too, but here's to remembering Marlene and Robin, that is where it all started!
