MILK UDDERS, part 15

Ten minutes passed, then twenty. Lots and lots of people came by to take an interest in the new dairy farm of the beautiful Italians, although the milk from the contiguous stand matched the amount of attention. If someone was winning, the brunette couldn’t tell. But at least Melania knew they had an advantage: she herself. Undeniably, the attractive Emilia and Sarah appealed to the male audience, but a big-boobed young woman like her, in tight jeans and a body-hugging black T-shirt was a trump card.

“Coming without a bra was a master move, sweetheart,” her mother whispered to her after securing a sales contract with a local bar. Melania reddened slightly, aware that the real motive behind that decision was not a source of pride. “If I had those boobs, my love, I’m telling you, I’d be braless all day long.”

Melania felt her cheeks redden, but didn’t manage to say anything. She couldn’t deny that she had always been proud of the large, firm breasts that nature had so generously bestowed upon her, and that she hadn’t been as stupid as not to emphasize such virtues with tight-fitting and low-cut clothes when necessary. It had never crossed her mind not to wear a bra, even though her heavy bosoms miraculously didn’t really require it, but now that busty, stuck-up Bianka Lautermilch had come into her life, Melania began to feel that the idea wasn’t far-fetched at all.

Enjoying the attention she was receiving, the Italian beauty continued to sell dairy products while her thoughts remained focused on the white-haired girl. The last thing she had expected was to get into trouble with a stranger on the first day of her move, especially when she wasn’t that kind of woman. Everyone who met her knew how friendly she was, and yet with Bianka it had been all hate and rivalry from the very first second. There had been something so primal and uncontrollable in that unexpected encounter with a girl so similar to her in height, curves and appeal that Melania felt that a deep part of her true self had been dragged into the real world, making her more arrogant than she had ever been.

Fighting with breasts had not been the most normal thing to do either, the dark-haired woman had to acknowledge with another reddening of cheeks. And yet, after the initial shock, she felt there was a certain logic behind it, particularly when the rivalry between the petite milkmaids had been immediate and electric concerning their fat boobs. Melania couldn’t deny that she had spent too much time over the past two days thinking obsessively about Bianka’s bust and how it had felt pressed against her own, and that on a couple of occasions her big bosoms had throbbed so intensely that she had felt a compelling need to go to the border to look for her blue-eyed nemesis. Only knowing that both of them would meet again at the fair calmed her desire for revenge, but now that Bianka was nowhere to be seen, Melania was beginning to regret not having gone after her sooner.

“Mammi, have you seen Sarah’s daughter around?” she ended up asking as she looked at the other stand.

“She was around a little before you arrived,” her mother replied as she weighed a cheese. “She left with a guy, and thank goodness, because like you she has decided to come with nothing under her shirt. And a performance like that can take customers away from us.”

“We would still have more customers than them,” Melania growled immediately, annoyed at the mere implication that someone would prefer Bianka to her. However, anger immediately gave way to curiosity. “Wait, are you sure she wasn’t wearing a bra?”

“Well, tesoro, why don’t you check it out for yourself.” Emilia pointed with her chin. “Your friend is just coming…”

***

Choosen by Pizzaline07. Words: 646 words.

***

For February we are going to test the new system for  choosing stories, so from Monday (or maybe tomorrow) we will start  voting. Don't forget, Pizzaline07, to leave your votes when the time comes.