This bra wasn’t one of those.This bra was a nice one; she probably only wears when she wants to feel sexy. It probably was the same cup size as the...others, perhaps a C, but I’m no expert. It was bright with light blue cups covered in pink lace. I thought about how it seemed to perfectly match the only way Julie could be considered sexy, cute sexy. She had the look of the girl you know has never even thought about sex, but you hoped to god that she was secretly a sexual monster. . It didn't really matter as this was a day out for you, a day away from the shackles of reality, so after a text home, you stop to get a bottle of water before making your way over to the escalators at the far end of the station. Stepping onto the moving escalator you wobble, a tipsy wine induced wobble that combined with a re-acquaintance with your heels had you reaching to steady yourself with a slight giggle. You never used to have this problem but it was obviously going to take your feet a. After 15 min my friend came and joined us to booze.I introduced her to him and we started to chat.He had a couple of pegs and took her inside. They came back in 30 min and I can clearly see he was not satisfied and she is also not happy. We boozed some time calmly and she Called me inside.I asked what happened and then she started to complain that he smells very bad and also forcing her to do what she didn’t like. I cannot comment on what happened between them but I consoled her and gave a. I got very much involved in the conversation and didn’t care about the bedsheet. I felt hot and sweaty under it. I left it, and it slid down till the top of my boobs. My arms, shoulders were now out of the sheet, and the sweat made my skin shine.I was talking when I realized a pair of hands on my feet and another hand massaging my shoulder. I stopped and saw Naman caressing my feet. I was so involved in the conversation that I never realized when did Naman raise the sheet to expose my bare.