B Cup
The wallet was now zipped into my purse, and my clothes were folded in my shoulder tote bag. My sunglasses were in place as I began to stroll down the beach walkway, with no destination in mind. I had never strolled anywhere. I was insecure about my missing tits for so long, I could not recall ever wearing just one layer of clothes over my chest, ever.My new bikini was causing strollers and tourists alike to turn, look, stop and stare, whisper, or snap a photo. I had neither been nor considered...
Exhibitionism