I went to Lana's cafe for lunch yesterday. I was sitting on the terrasse, even though it was a bit colder than usual. I'm brave that way.

When Lana came to serve me, hugging her menus, I was watching a video on my iPhone, so I barely paid her any attention. But then, when she returned to take my order, I could see that the chill in the air had made her... perky. Even through a padded bra, I could make out her very rigid nipples. It was all I could do to detach my gaze from them and look at her in the eyes when I spoke.

Of course, now, all I can think of is to touch them and suck on them. What's up with that? I've heard of breasts men, but I never thought I was a nipple-man...

--Jaycee