Failed Effort

I don't wear a bra when I'm lounging around my house. I've been known for getting my mail, which is right outside by my door, without a bra on. Okay, I've also taken out trash and gotten things out of my car without a bra on as well. Alright, I've sat on my porch and I've even answered my door from deliveries without a bra on. I'm okay with this.

But Bart doesn't like the fact that I run around without a bra on. I do it because I'm more comfortable and I don't care. But Bart says he knows what guys think and it's for my safety and protection to cover up. He's right since I live in the heart of crime, in a New Orleans neighborhood.

I wasn't wearing a bra when Bart and I decided to take a short drive. We were going down to the local convenient store to pick up some dinner. In and out. That's it. I decided to put my large brown scarf over my white tee shirt, with covering up the important part of the boobs. I was proud of my last minute invention.

Bart picked me up and we went to Verde Marte. I thought I was pretty savvy, I do say so myself. Getting away without wearing a bra and wearing a shaw over my shirt in the heat of the hot August New Orleans month.

But I didn't notice that my shaw moved away from my hard nipples when I opened the door and the strong breeze met the still hot air.

I was looking at the meals at the deli and noticing that the guy at the deli counter was staring straight at my breast. But I thought that was strange, given that I was covered up so well.

We ordered and waited for our food and Bart comes up to me and asked, "are you cold?" Excited about my cover-up boobs invention, I answered, "No Sweetie, I didn't want to wear a bra and I'm using this to cover up." And then he responds, "you would of never noticed the way your beamer lights are on."