34C

Speaking a bit more slowly and softly than normal, she asked me, "Do you know what size I am?" I was frozen and lost for words as I could smell her  perfume. I felt like I had been enveloped in the grip of some
overpowering energy which she controlled.  Looking back on that moment, I'm
quite sure that I was.

   She place her hands on her hips, tossed her hair aside with a gentle head flip, canted her hips and pointed her chin slightly upward.  I found
myself marveling at the smoothness of her skin and yearning to press my
nose and lips into the soft feminine crevice where her neck curved into her jaw line.  Moving slowly she shifted through a few poses, never breaking eye contact and revealing no sign that she was aware that she was bumping
her pelvis into mine.

   "I'm a 34C."