Ah, those were the days.... in blackpropaganda

Thanks you for your comments on the last entry - that must be the first time an entry of mine has been called ‘sweet’ or ‘cute’!
The reverse side to what was happening emotionally was that I had discovered the joys of masturbation and spent time reading about the lingerie items in my mother’s catalogues, and looking at Health and Efficiency magazines which a mate was able to steal from W H Smith. Many an English lad spent time alone looking at the nudes in H & E which was a naturist magazine - but getting confused about a woman’s private parts since these were airbrushed out.
(At least with all the material now there is no reason for men and boys to be ignorant of the variety of labia and where the clitoris is - is this an argument for more pornography?)
Anyway, I was also a Saturday and holiday vanboy, helping the driver/salesman on door-to door grocery and bread deliveries. You would take a basket of good to the door and the housewives (many at home then) would come to select what they wanted, either squatting of bending over the basket. My interest in breasts was already established - but here were real live ones often nearly exposed depending on what the lady was wearing. I always wondered if they suspected why the lad had his hand in his pocket a lot while they were looking at the goods.
If they were squatting a glimpse of stocking top was a bonus.
So when the romance with Irene finished I was ready to explore further - another story!
And some of these thoughts were started on Wednesday coming back from the city on the train when some female students got on, and one sat opposite with a square halter top. Those tops were wonderful when anyone bent over - and she was aware of the danger of exposing too much - but I was entranced by the beauty of the top of her breasts - not large but almost like white marble, smooth, veinless - ah, it took me back!
Remember the lovely Brigitte Bardot?