Breast Watchers on BART

I got on BART today at the Dublin station. SSDD - bike rider in the handicapped seat, black hair, black clothes, semi-hot. Indian men sitting in twos facing backward. A man watching a movie on his apple laptop.

As I walked down the isle I noticed some ample cleavage displayed by a woman wearing a brown shirt and a pink hat. A man who I assume was her boyfriend sat next to her. Just before I conceded to enter the next car, I noticed a relatively clean two seats empty behind them. My luck.

Sitting behind the couple I noticed the cleavage-displaying woman had highlighted tips in her feathered hairstyle. A little surprising that she should top it with a baseball cap. Her boyfriend had a week's worth of beard growing seamlessly into his brown short cropped hair. He wore a white shirt with checker lines across it and some shorts that aren't worth remembering. Blathering on incessantly about something that I was completely uninterested in was his way of keeping her engaged. She was responsive - the swell in her bright pink bottom lip gave her away.

It is now apparent how I happened upon the privilege of watching the breast watchers. A woman in the handicapped seat found it somehow beneficial to look at Cleavage's breasts. She kept glancing over, taking a good 5-10 second gander, comparing every contour, jiggle-to-giggle factor, freckle count, sun tan amount and so on. She also had feathered hair with better highlights, but she was 10-20 years older than Cleavage.

Next, I noticed a young blonde woman with flat hair sitting in the 4-seat across the isle. She wasn't quite halfway through her book, but it must have lacked color pictures because Cleavage was more interesting to her. She looked up and somehow showed the fullness of her blue irises as she drank in the breasty splendor that sat in front of me. Eventually those blue eyes snapped to mine, still wide, and we held the gaze for a moment until I broke it. This was my time to watch, not engage in other activities. She probably guessed that I saw what she was up to and she didn't look at Cleavage again.

There were two men that also noticed the jiggling display but their glances were brief. One of the men put sunglasses on. Afterward I'm sure that he looked at the playful pair as much as the older woman did.

Bayfair station. Transfer point. How wonderful... Cleavage and Gabby stood up. I noticed that she took her blessings in the chest department, robbing her of any shape when it came to the hips-to-waist and butt-curve departments. Older woman noticed too, several times, as I'm sure Sunglasses did also.

That's the end of my tale. I also exited the train to transfer but I went to a different car. I had enough breast entertainment for one day.