Vanessa finishes the laundry

Vanessa started hanging up the wet laundry. The warm weather with the light breeze made Vanessa feel comfortable. The wet shirt cooled her down and she enjoyed the feeling of a perfectly fitting bra for a change. Her wet shirt sat tightly on her skin and clung to her breasts. Vanessa felt the resistance of the shirt when lifting her arms up to hang up laundry. Her breasts stood out from her wet shirt even more when she lifted her arms, and the contours of the bra were clearly visible. Vanessa felt self conscious about them for a moment. Then she ignored them.

After Vanessa had finished hanging up all the laundry, she noticed someone behind the fence who hadn't ignored her large boobs. She saw a young man staring at her, and staring at her cleavage. He seemed to be in awe. Or entranced. He didn't avert his gaze even once. He finally managed to lift up his gaze, and greeted Vanessa looking in her eyes. He made a funny expression, as if he had just woken up after a deep slumber, and said "You Vanessa? You called for a locksmith?"

Vanessa raised her eyebrows, and instinctively covered up her breasts with her arms. It hid the bra contours, but pushed out her wet t-shirt cleavage even more.

"Yes. I am. And yes I did. I locked myself out", she stuttered.