Mary

He had never really spoken to Mary; she was gorgeous, and the kind of girl who was usually friendly to anybody. However, that wouldn't bring him anywhere. She noticed how he had looked at her and gave him a faint smile. This was the time to approach her, of course: if there was ever a moment it was now. He decided not to approach her yet, but first give her a new outfit. He quickly took his pencil and wrote down.

• Old Rule: Women don't normally wear a bra, because it's considered a sign of prudishness."

Without looking up he continued.

• Old Rule: Women always wear skirts without tights. Women under 30 wear short skirts well above the knee, and women over 30 wear longer skirts. This dress code is part of a girl's upbringing."

He had a quick look around. The waitress was still walking around topless, now with a tight black miniskirt. What a beautiful job requirement that was! If you want to work in the coffeeshop, you need to respect the dress code, easy as that.

Mary was still enjoying her coffee, she was wearing a purple pleated skirt just long enough for her to be able to sit on it, and her white T-shirt - tight around her curves which suited her quite well. He felt confident enough to approach her. She had a cute B-cup and her nipples were clearly outlined under the fabric. He wondered about the color of her underwear under her purple skirt, but that was all stylishly hidden from his eye.

"Hi Mary" , "Hi! How are you?". "Good! Cool to see you here." They talked about school for some time, he could uphold some kind of conversation, but kept on ogling Mary's little nipples that seemed to move up and down as she was talking. She must have noticed but she didn't seem to be bothered. Her nipples were directly visible under the thin fabric.

He liked to imagine seeing even more of her and couldn’t help but wonder. "By the way, Mary, have you ever considered working here? I mean as a waitress?"

She looked up dreamily. "Well, sure, I might, but I don't need the money now, and I need my time badly".

"I see... and you would have to show your boobs. Maybe that would bother you?". He regretted his words instantly.

She laughed. "My boobs? What an unusual word. No of course not, it's normal if you're at work in a cafe, right? And it's stylish right? I mean look at our waitress, Joanna. Does it bother you?"

"Me? No! No.. I'm ehh.. I'm a man.. so.. no it's great. What do you mean in a cafe? Do you mean that waitresses are topless in any cafe?

She laughed, sat up and got a little closer to him. "Boy o boy, you haven't been out much lately, have you? Of course it is! Sure, some expensive restaurants may be different, but can you name one ordinary club where women work and still keep a shirt on?"

Markus decided to play along, he had almost forgotten it was an old rule "Yeah you're right, our soccer club has those evenings every once in a while and the waitress walks around topless".

She nodded. "Exactly! Tennis club, same thing, it's standard. I worked there over the summer."

It intrigued him, a young woman telling him she used to work topless. He stared at her tits once again. Her nipples were soft, he couldn’t think of anything that would make them hard instantly.

"So how was it? Did you feel any different?"

Mary inspected him as if he had something unusual. "Different from what? From now?" She looked down at her own boobs. "We never really spoke, did we, but you're quite an interesting guy I must say. It's almost as if you're from another generation. Very decent, well-behaved".

"Thank you"

"You're welcome. Do I feel different when I take off my T-shirt for work? Well in the bar there is always this thing with chocolate shakes and the machine tends to splatter a bit. So yes, it's better without a T-shirt to be honest."

"You mean there is chocolate shake on your boobs?"

She laughed again. "Boobs! Your word choice is very interesting for a decent guy as you ". She came closer to him, suddenly lifted up her shirt and gave him a close look at her small and round perky breasts. "There are your 'boobs' Sir! Never heard any complaints. And yes when they're covered in chocolate milk I just wipe them clean. Simple as that." She showed it and took a paper napkin from the table to move over both her tits. The soft skin was mesmerizing. Wipe them clean. He wanted to ask more but was lost in thoughts.

She put down her shirt again. "Yeah.. talking about outfits, I saw this tank top the other day ..."

Wow. He liked it. Lifting her shirt as if she put up a sleeve, a fresh attitude. What was it what he wrote in the notebook? "A sign of prudishness". Same girl, but this Mary had grown up with very different ideas about what it means to be a young woman. Short skirts, no bra, topless at work, show yourself if anybody's interested and still be a decent woman. He liked to try out another topic, for a change. He wondered if girls were just as easygoing about the small skirts they were all wearing.