La Cocina

You had no way of knowing that the blouse she was wearing was, at one point, destined for the trash can. 

She had gotten it only a week before, after one of her hit-and-miss online clothing stock-ups. Some of the articles miraculously fit like a glove; most were destined for a trip to the seamstress; this piece, like a couple of the others, was hopeless: so tight that the bottom hem required a generous amount of tugging to barely fit around her low-hanging, braless breasts (something that was impossible if her proud chest was hoisted high by a supportive bra), and with almost zero stretch — she should have paid closer attention to the description on the website.

But, it managed to stay in her wardrobe. There were times, after all, where she preferred to go braless, if anything so she could fill her lungs with air without the extra weight piled on up top. And whereas one of her standard flowy go-to blouses would be a preferred option for some lazy cleaning-over-a-glass-of-wine, this one served a special purpose: it managed to tightly batten down the fullest parts of her breasts, solidly around her waist, which helped minimize the jiggle factor. Heck, she could even bend over without having to worry about being slapped in the face, or feeling an unpleasant tug in the sensitive area of skin where the underside of her breasts met her ribcage. 

You had no way of knowing that, before she entered the kitchen, she had stood in the bathroom mirror for a long moment, evaluating how this top made her look. How she looked at the top of the sloping curves, and tried to reminisce to years ago, when the fullness of her C-cup chest was positioned somewhere 'normal,' before time, gravity, and sheer size lowered the latitude of her shape. Turning to the side, she thought, if she squinted a little, it almost looked like she could be mistaken as being quite pregnant. 

And, as you watched the surreptitiously recorded video, you would have no way of knowing that, as strangely comfortable as this top was, with the compression it offered, that her mind was still lingering on the commitment she had made to herself: "This is a house shirt, not for wearing in public, and not for company — there's no way I'm going to let someone else see me in it."