The way that men are mesmerized by even the slightest hint of “cleavage” has always been of great interest to me. It really struck me the other day as I jogged down the street to hand over a package to the postman who was delivering mail in the area. I had on a slightly low cut top and my new french cut demi bra that cuts right under my nipples. I swear, the postman could not get his eyes off my tits the whole time I interacted with him. When he first noticed me approaching him, his eyes seemed to track with my bouncing tits and nipples that, admittedly, stood out like firm erasers through the fabric of my top. I smirked to myself as I walked back to my place and thought about how I must’ve frustrated his job for the rest of the day when all he clearly wanted to do was find some a secluded area to park his truck so he could stroke off. Pity he wasn’t my type as I might’ve been a good samaritan and gave him a helping hand.