Cleavage Contest

I remember the first (and only) time I was to judge a cleavage contest. I got my clipboard and score sheets. When I stepped out on the stage, I had to pause at the stunning array of cleavage before me. They were all setting on pillows so I could walk up with an ideal view and score each one.

I was supposed to follow the first judge, but there was a delay as I got my breath back. Finally I could move without tripping on my tongue and I walked to the first one. All I could see was my tongue hanging out. When I stepped back I could see the cleavage from a less than ideal view, but could not see my clip board. At last I was finally able to get something marked on the score sheet.

I took a little time to get my tongue in. Then I stepped up to the second one. I could see the magnificent view. But when I went to mark the scoresheet, it was so wet from my drooling it fell apart.

Thinking I was starting to get the hang of this, I swallowed all my saliva and stepped up to the third contestant. This is when I poked her eye out.

I was never invited to be judge again.
demorcan demorcan
61-65, M
Dec 2, 2012