A Letter Three Weeks Later

"That old guy was so creepy." Jill complained.

"He's just a prudish old man, he's harmless." Replied her friend, Amy.

"Age isn't an excuse, he spent the whole conversation staring at my face, does he have no manners? My top isn't even that conservative, not that he would know, he didn't even glance below my chin."

"Old people grew up in a time when you weren't supposed to look at a girl's chest, it's just a difficult habit for some of them to unlearn. Even twenty years ago, looking down a girl's top would have been frowned upon."

"I know, it's no wonder the crime rates were so high, if I couldn't enjoy a good pair of boobs every day I'd be tempted to go on a killing spree too."

"You're right there."

The two girls chuckled and walked towards the park holding the ice creams they had just purchased from the prudish man in the shop.

"So it's your birthday in three weeks, are you planning anything?" Asked Amy.

"Maybe, I'm thinking of just inviting some people over and getting fucked up."

"Fantastic idea! But it's your eighteenth, aren't you going to do something more elaborate?"

"Birthday piss up sounds perfect to me, besides, as far as my parents are concerned, it will be my first ever heavy drinking session."

"They're not stupid, they probably clocked your hangovers from a mile away and just laughed about it as soon as you left the room. If not, the sight of you downing five shots in a row at the party without flinching should be telling enough."

"You don't know that." Jill laughed, but she had to admit, Amy had a point.

"Just think, in three weeks you will be able to do this with me."

Amy pulled off her top and put it in her bag. Her body had a beautiful golden tan. The country was in the middle of a heatwave and most women had seen this as an opportunity to get some Sun, Amy had turned eighteen months ago and had delighted in the chance to walk around topless whenever the weather permitted. Jill enjoyed showing off a bit, but didn't think of herself as an exhibitionist, especially not like Amy. She wasn't sure if she would enjoy taking her top off everywhere, but it might be nice to let the girls get some air occasionally, like at a swimming pool or beach where everyone did it.

Before long, two boys came over and started talking to them. They politely kept their eyes on the girls' tits as they made conversation. The two guys were cute, so Jill and Amy gave their social media info and the boys promised to message them later.

A couple of hours later, Jill got home, she paused when she noticed a brown envelope on her doorstep. It was addressed to her and looked very official to Jill. It even had the words "Important: Read Immediately" stamped on the front of the envelope. She was taken aback by it, no one sent letters anymore, what was the point? Email was faster and cheaper.

She opened it.

"You have been selected for topless duty. You must go to the T.I.T.T.I.E.S. Offices in London at this address and date."

Jill paused. She lived in London herself so it wasn't too far; however, the date was her birthday exactly. She supposed that meant she would be exactly eighteen when they photographed her boobs so it should be legal, but still, surely they still couldn't summon a seventeen year old for topless duty. She didn't really mind being photographed topless, honestly, who did anymore? But she would still rather her first public topless experience be a little less... public. Well, it would be cool to say that she was in the 18th anniversary special edition issue, she would be the envy of thousands of woman and a lot of her friends for this alone... she decided she should be grateful for it and continued reading.

"The anniversary edition issue, for which you have been selected is unique compared to typical topless duty summons, so we advise you to read the following bullet points.

• You have been summoned to appear on your eighteenth birthday. As you will be eighteen when required to attend, the summoning order is legally valid.
• Your role in the special anniversary issue is particularly significant as you were one of the women born in London on the same day the Topless Duty Bill was made law.
• For the comfort of the photography subjects, all directing and support crew staff members will be female.

If you require more information please call the following number."

This all seemed odd. Jill had never heard of any accommodations like that being made for someone in the past. You just got assigned a photographer and hoped they were good at their job.

It was also surprising that she had been chosen deliberately, usually women were chosen by a random lottery. But hey, this was a special issue, it made sense that they'd want someone born around the same time as the program started.

She took the letter upstairs and tossed it on her desk. Then, absentmindedly, she reached for one of the issues of T.I.T.T.I.E.S. she had laying around. It was from a couple of months ago, an A-lister actress had been summoned with spectacular timing, she had just won an Oscar and was at the centre of media attention. As an actress in modern day Hollywood, of course her boobs had been filmed and photographed before, but there was still something about someone so famous being summoned for something as ordinary as topless duty that caused a sensation. It was the first time ever the issue had to be reprinted, because so many of the magazines sold out from almost every news agent's in the country in one day.

Jill flicked through the pages, pausing to appreciate some of the prettier ones. She was comfortable with her sexuality, but didn't really associate with any labels she had discovered. Sometimes she liked men, sometimes she liked women, sometimes both, sometimes neither, she just thought of each person as an individual and decided weather they were attractive or not.

Soon, a heat began to build between her legs and she let a hand slip into her shorts to lightly stroke her clit. She passed through a few more pages, a young red-headed woman with small but perky breasts smiled up at the camera, she looked adorable. Jill's fingers moved a little faster. A few pages over a thirty five year old blonde sat in a more relaxed pose, she looked serene and calm, with her considerably large boobs hanging invitingly in front of her. Jill's pussy was now dripping wet and she kept slipping a finger in and out with one hand and rubbed her clit with the other.

Finally, on the last page, was the beautiful oscar-winning actress, her hair was down and she wore no makeup. She looked more like a sweet girl next door than a glamourous film star, but somehow that made it all the more sexy. Jill could see a few pores on her nose and one or two spots on her chest that she was certain weren't visible in the recent films she was in. She was still hot, and Jill stared at her beautiful features and perfect perky breasts until she brought herself to a strong orgasm with an audible moan.

As Jill put the magazine away and washed her hands, she wondered if anyone would do that to her magazine. It was practically certain, the entire country would see it, someone would look at her tits and be as turned on as she was looking at the other women. The more she thought about other people desiring her, the more she felt horny again. With a sigh she slid her hand back to her crotch and got to work. Maybe she was more of an exhibitionist than she thought, she mused.