I finally know what I am and what I love

I'm a woman in my 40's. I'm divorced and enjoying single life. I'm successful in business working as a corporate attorney. I have a lot of acquaintances, not so many friends. It's taken me a long time to trust people but through my own therapy, I have come to terms with who I am and no longer feel guilty, or like a freak, or a whore. I'm also not a nudist nor an exhibitionist and I'm not a sexaholic.

I developed breasts later than most girls so I was well into high school when they'd gone beyond just little mounds. Even if I had to wait, I'm so happy with the breasts I have. I'm an average sized, but taller, woman and my breasts are a 34C. I'm not huge but they're (to me) a perfect size and I'm blessed with pretty nipples that are perfectly symmetrical, a beautiful rosy and they're always erect. With age, my boobs do sag a little but I actually think they're even more beautiful.

So as you can tell I'm proud of my tits. I think they're the prettiest I've ever seen in photos, movies, or even amongst the women in locker rooms. With that, once I developed, I loved dressing to show them at their best and loved feminine clothes. It didn't take long for people to notice and men would comment and stare. Rather than simply dressing sexy, I started wearing blouses and dresses that showed my breasts as much as possible. My wardrobe consists of very sheer and low-cut clothes and I quickly stopped wearing bras and loved my nipples being on display. It made me feel feminine, pretty and sexy.

For years I was called all kinds of names, I was accused of being an exhibitionists, a slut, you name it. I went full-blown exhibitionist for a while, flashing people, masturbating in public, having sex indiscriminately and letting any man (and some women) have their way with me. But something didn't feel right.

I went into therapy because I didn't know if I was a bad person doing something that I loved, but everyone else hated or made me feel bad about myself. My own family while a little shocked at first, came to accept it, all but my mother. She went mega-religious and felt like I had let myself go to satan. My therapist thought it was her job to make me change my ways, after a year, I went to a male therapist. He seemed directionless but also implied I needed to change.

After all that, one fine day, I had a really great day. I was up early, it was a warm spring day and I busted out a pretty flowery dress that was sheer, not obviously so, but you could not miss that I didn't have anything on underneath and could see my nipples if you looked closer for any length of time. I went shopping and having my groceries delivered, I took a walk down through the park and by the lake. Everyone was happy and full of smiles. I unbuttoned the top of my dress to my waist. It fit loosely so it didn't take much for someone to be able to see my bare tits.

The smiles I got felt very good and I had a couple men make remarks but they were complimentary and not like treating me as a whore. When I got home, I decided to go out to dinner and invited some friends. While I've always exposed my breasts, I'm also respectful and wear jackets or sweaters over top at the office or in innappropriate places, and I'm always happy and willing to be a little more discreet when asked. I'm not trying to make a statement, or 'free the nipple', or be political. I just love how my tits look like other women highlight their legs, or butt, or hair.

So I chose a nice restaurant my friends and I went to frequently and I wore black trousers and a black sheer blouse tucked in, I fixed my hair extra nice and chose the perfect elegant jewelry. There was nothing wrong with how I was dressed aside from some people being freaked over nipples. When I met my friends I was already at the table, one said I looked especially gorgeous that evening and another was using words like classy and elegant, and I realized that I'm not anything bad, I felt exactly how my friends described me.

Yes, people look at my breasts but I'm fine with that, that's why I dress the way I do. I've come to realize that, believe it or not, most people are perfectly fine with it. They might be initially surprised because it's not something a lot of women do, but I think they realize that there's nothing offensive or wrong with it. Yes, some men will make crude comments, but most just smile or say something flattering. There are some men that will try to feel me up, thinking I belong to the world. If I'm in the mood, I'll just say "Go ahead"! Most will just cup my breasts, maybe run a thumb over my nipples and say something nice.

Now I do expect someone not to touch me a second time if I've asked them not to. But with most people, it's perfectly innocent, just like someone will stroke a persons hair and compliment them. Most of all, though, I feel good, really good about myself.

My mother never did come around even with my father and siblings trying to intervene or when I tried to explain but you can't please everyone. I still dressed just the way I always do everytime I wen tto their house or we got together. So, folks, feel good about yourself and as long as you don't hurt anyone, do what makes you happy and smile.

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