Paula fingered her nipples. It was good to be touched. She wanted more—touching and licking and sucking and all of it. She was wearing a cropped-top made of glittery crochet. It had kept her top half feeling unrestricted and free during the concert.

Paula didn’t need to wear a bra and sometimes she let a little nipple show in her crocheted tops. No harm in it really, she was just a little naughty. She loved taking men by surprise and flashing them a quick shot of her flirty pink nubs.

Paula liked being naughty. She recalled that her nipples had been hard while she’d listened to Bruno, even though the venue had been warm, almost humid, in the monsoon-like air. They were aching now, with need and lust. Her breasts needed attention, they wanted to be seen..... Read more