I’m dressed for form, with leggings flush against skin for climbing, and a tshirt loose enough for my breasts to rise strong over the bra.
Not wearing a sports was a mistake, but looked better in the pools
above the climb, like a river of rocks I roar across howling fear and excitement
to the water coursing nearby.
I saw him staring at my tits, jiggling down like a silhouette of beauty
i felt in the moment, even after his eyes stared longer than they should.