Big pointy nipples
Between being a dole scum and getting a proper job I used to do a bit of temping once spending a week at a Transco warehouse as an assistant to the caretaker. A very important person was due to visit the following week or a "cunt in a suit" as one of the warehouse boys put it and we had to tidy the grounds in readiness. My duties included repairs, picking up litter and sweeping the yard but most of the week was spent gardening. It was winter but I quite enjoy getting down on all fours poking around so I didn't mind the cold.
I'm not sure if the girl in admin was new to the job or not but a good deal of the chat in the canteen (some chairs and a vending machine) amongst the warehouse boys centered on her remarkably pointy nipples. They were big and long and very, very pointy. Must have been around two inches in length and, presumably due to the cold weather, were quite visibly poking through her bra, blouse and jumper offering a handy place for a short sighted person to hang their coat. Breaks would fly by as the witty pickers and packers did their usual comedy routine: one would ask "What's the weather like today?" and another would position his fingers in the nipple area and say "Ping! Bloody cold".
I'm not one for making fun of other's misfortune especially in the workplace, left all that behind at school, it's called growing up. I felt a bit sorry for this girl, a lifetime of having thick twats mocking her lay ahead. She was a pretty girl and I admit to being curious. Just how big were they? What did they look like minus the clothes? Could she do any tricks?
She must have been aware of this mocking. One morning when I was weeding by the canteen door, she came along and stood in the doorway facing outwards. She apparently hadn't noticed me lurking in the bushes tool in hand. She spent some time staring down at her erect nipples which stood out as though she'd got a giant continental type electrical plug down there. She then pulled her top forward and looked down it for a little while finally putting her hand down and effecting some adjustments. At this point she noticed me looking up at her and, I'm ashamed to say, I was grinning like a loon.
( stopmeandslapme Cometh the hour, cometh your mum, Wed 12 May 2010, 17:27, 2 replies)

Lurking in the bushes, tool in hand eh?

(tofer is sweating like a dyslexic on countdown......, Thu 13 May 2010, 0:51, closed)

And not for the first time
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( stopmeandslapme Cometh the hour, cometh your mum, Thu 13 May 2010, 10:08, closed)