Skinny girls

I like skinny girls. I realized this, again, at the gym this morning, when I noticed that if you added up the chests of the three prettiest women in my cycle class that together, they might fill a C-Cup bra.

Instructor (K), is strong and lean and fast and a blazing redhead with maybe a solid A-Cup. They are firm and perky, barely moving as her body bounces up and down as she puts us through our paces.

Hardcore (D) isn’t as skinny but she has a fantastic ass and the best-looking thighs a man can imagine. They are firm, sculpted, and narrow and they appear to wrap around her the whole of her upper leg, terminating in the perfect circle that is her ass. I’m not talking the big beautiful butt of a curvaceous girl, I’m talking about a gluteus maximus that is to tight, and fat-free that sculptures would cry over the opportunity to carve it out of marble for posterity. Her breasts, however, are small, giving no cleavage even when she hunches over the handlebars to sprint.

Then, there was NewShoes, as skinny as a rail, smooth skin, jet-black hair, and absolutely no boobs. None.

She was on the bike in front of me and normally I just admire her legs and the obvious panty lines that sneak down so quietly between her slender cheeks. Today, because she took off her sweatshirt as the room heated up, I realized that she has no breasts at all. Her tank top was smooth and tight and gave no hint as to if there was a woman or a smooth-skinned mannequin from a gender-neutral storefront window display.

Now, I know many guys like small-chested women because they have a thing for under-age girls. That is not the case here. None of these three look younger than 20+, they are all in their early 30’s and are professional, working women. Just with no boobs.

What turns me on so much when I see them?

Is it their athleticism? The fact that all three of them could outrun me in race, out distance me on a bike, and leave me behind as shark-bait in the water?

Is it because they are so different than my current lover, a curvy and full C-cup brunette with a shrinking, but still generous backside that just cries out of doggie-style?

Maybe it’s because I think they would be bendy in bed. They would be light, and flexible, and able to get into positions that I have so far just seen in movies and books about horny gymnasts. Maybe I think I’d be able to make love to them standing up, in the shower, or against the back wall of a noisy nightclub with her girlfriend watching us in the dark. I would like to feel them wrap their legs around me and let me enter them while they writhe and moan, elevated off the ground. I would hope that their nipples, unencumbered by the weight of a large breast, would be small, tight, and sensitive, that they could climax based on nipple-play alone and that my lips and teeth would be able to make her gasp, and cry, and beg for more.

So to any woman that bemoans the fact that her chest is too small, come over to my gym, hope one a bike, and I will appreciate every missing inch of your chest. And to K, D, or NewShoes, thank you for the beauty you bring to class, and to the fantasies you have, and will, inspire.