Farmer’s Market

While deciding what to do, Vanessa remembered that the local Farmer’s Market had just started up for the season. It had been so long since Vanessa had gone to the Farmer’s Market, not having gone since her parents took her to it as a kid. Back then she didn’t understand why people would go to a market when they could just go to a grocery store. She had matured since then and now she understood the appeal. Deciding it would be fun to go as an adult and experience it for real, Vanessa got herself ready for the day.

Knowing her usual attire wouldn’t be very good for the summer farmer’s market, she reluctantly grabbed her warm weather clothes. She pulled on her denim shorts, struggling a bit near the top as she clasped them on. Next was the hard part, squeezing her breasts into her only bra that fit, her chest bulging around the edges. She could only assume how ridiculous she looked, but she didn’t have any other choice. Completing her necessary outfit was a loose maroon t-shirt. At least, it was supposed to be loose. The reality was much different, with the top of the shirt stretched tightly over her bosom, with the bottom hanging loosely. If someone were to stand under her, they would get an easy view of her underboob and the war being waged between flesh and fabric. Luckily for her, her short stature made that very unlikely. With a bag slung across her body, the strap providing even more shape to her chest, Vanessa was ready for her day out. Hopping in her car, she sped off to the location of the much anticipated farmer’s market.

After about 20 minutes of driving, Vanessa finally arrived at the market. Squeezing out of her car, it was much like she remembered. Dozens of stalls were set up around the park with people selling a variety of goods, from food and drink, to homemade crafts. There were also some activities scattered throughout, from simple carnival games to farm work disguised as play. The sound of delightful chatter and soft music radiated through the crowded field. It was almost enough to keep Vanessa’s mind of the crowds.

Only almost, as Vanessa walked through the crowds, she could feel the stares of people directly at her breasts. The uneven ground wasn’t doing her any favors, with every minor stumble causing her large chest to wobble disproportionately. All the tight space led to more than a few arms pressing against her chest. Vanessa wanted to assume all of the grazes were unintentional, but a few lingered a little too long for that to be the case. Still, Vanessa was excited for the market and wouldn’t let a few perverts stop her from enjoying herself.