Back in the day-when I was still at university-I was the definition of a poor student and my best friend was the same. We were always on a tight budget and we had to find cheap ways to have as much fun as we could.
One day, on a particularly hot and sunny afternoon, we came up with an idea. We raided the first-aid box in the halls of residence and used the cotton wool inside. We rolled it up into tiny balls, placed them on the ends of our nipples and pulled our thin tops over our pert, braless breasts.
We flounced around the campus with our exaggerated nipples prominent through the thin material pressing down on them. We began to count the stares we got from strangers staring at our pert nipples. There were so many looks that I lost count. They came from hungry-looking students and starving lecturers alike.
I remembered that summer when I prepared for this photo-shoot and saw my breasts in the changing mirror. My apartment was a little cold so my nipples were hard and tingling.
I changed into my outfit of high heels, tight black panties and a black, see-through-blouse that was open enough to flash my cleavage.
Photos by Yuky.
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