- Sun Jun 08, 2014 8:57 pm
#41384
I 1st met Jeff in high school, I was 16, he and his parents moved in down the street and we hit it off. I took it upon myself to show him around and introduce him to the crowd and we have been best mates ever since.
I met Stan when I was 23 and married him at 25, had our 1st child at 28 and 2nd at 30. I am now 41. Thankfully Stan and Jeff got on well and Stan even asked him to be a groomsman at our wedding. Now Jeff and I had never been boyfriend and girlfriend. He had a few girlfriends and I had my boyfriends but we were just mates. Jeff later married and had 2 children also but unfortunately lost his wife to cancer 3yrs ago. That should give you an idea of our background.
Jeff has always been a welcome visitor to our house and us to his and Iv always felt comfortable with him. I'm only a Bcup and rarely wear a bra at home so I'm sure he has had a few peeks but he has never seen me naked. Well last Sunday that sorta changed. Stan had taken the kids to a sporting event and I was home alone doing some gardening when Jeff dropped in. I was wearing my favourite gardening outfit, worn out jeans and hubby's old flannel shirt with the top 4 buttons missing. He turned up on his Ducati and rolled right up to me. I invited him for a coffee which he readily excepted.
We sat talking and drinking our coffee, just being friends. I noticed him checking my chest a few times, I was showing a bit of skin but everything was covered so I didn't do anything. Actually I kind of liked it. I think all us females like to be checked out occasionally. A news program was on the TV but we weren't taking any notice of it until an article on it being legal for women to go topless in New York. The conversation then turned to wether it should be legal here in Australia too and from there to tits in general and on to my tits in particular.
I must admit the conversation was turning me on a bit and the further it went harder my nipples were getting. He asked a question about the colour of my nipple and I said he should know because he has had plenty of chances to have a peek as I'm usually braless when he turns up, and IM pretty sure that's why he rolled up to me on the bike when he arrived, to get a peek down my shirt. He admitted he had and hoped I didn't mind. I replied that I didn't. Actually I liked it when he got a peek, especially when he tried to position himself to peek without being obvious. Although I liked it, whenever I caught him doing this I would reposition myself so he couldn't see anything, modesty and being married I suppose. He then asked what would I do if he asked to see them. About now my nipples were that hard they were starting to ache. I replied that I didn't know as he had never asked. My heart was beating double time now. He asked if he could see my breasts. You want me to show you my tits just for your enjoyment I asked. Yes he replied.
I think he expected me to say no or at best pull the shirt aside and give him a quick peek because his eyes bulged when I undid the remaining buttons and took the shirt off and just sat there, drinking coffee, completely topless, for his enjoyment.
Well we talked for about an hour, had 2 more coffee's before he said he had to leave as he was picking his kids up from his parents. I walked him to the door, still topless and kissed him good bye. he asked if we could do this again sometime. I said maybe. I hope we do as I think I enjoyed it as much as he did.
I met Stan when I was 23 and married him at 25, had our 1st child at 28 and 2nd at 30. I am now 41. Thankfully Stan and Jeff got on well and Stan even asked him to be a groomsman at our wedding. Now Jeff and I had never been boyfriend and girlfriend. He had a few girlfriends and I had my boyfriends but we were just mates. Jeff later married and had 2 children also but unfortunately lost his wife to cancer 3yrs ago. That should give you an idea of our background.
Jeff has always been a welcome visitor to our house and us to his and Iv always felt comfortable with him. I'm only a Bcup and rarely wear a bra at home so I'm sure he has had a few peeks but he has never seen me naked. Well last Sunday that sorta changed. Stan had taken the kids to a sporting event and I was home alone doing some gardening when Jeff dropped in. I was wearing my favourite gardening outfit, worn out jeans and hubby's old flannel shirt with the top 4 buttons missing. He turned up on his Ducati and rolled right up to me. I invited him for a coffee which he readily excepted.
We sat talking and drinking our coffee, just being friends. I noticed him checking my chest a few times, I was showing a bit of skin but everything was covered so I didn't do anything. Actually I kind of liked it. I think all us females like to be checked out occasionally. A news program was on the TV but we weren't taking any notice of it until an article on it being legal for women to go topless in New York. The conversation then turned to wether it should be legal here in Australia too and from there to tits in general and on to my tits in particular.
I must admit the conversation was turning me on a bit and the further it went harder my nipples were getting. He asked a question about the colour of my nipple and I said he should know because he has had plenty of chances to have a peek as I'm usually braless when he turns up, and IM pretty sure that's why he rolled up to me on the bike when he arrived, to get a peek down my shirt. He admitted he had and hoped I didn't mind. I replied that I didn't. Actually I liked it when he got a peek, especially when he tried to position himself to peek without being obvious. Although I liked it, whenever I caught him doing this I would reposition myself so he couldn't see anything, modesty and being married I suppose. He then asked what would I do if he asked to see them. About now my nipples were that hard they were starting to ache. I replied that I didn't know as he had never asked. My heart was beating double time now. He asked if he could see my breasts. You want me to show you my tits just for your enjoyment I asked. Yes he replied.
I think he expected me to say no or at best pull the shirt aside and give him a quick peek because his eyes bulged when I undid the remaining buttons and took the shirt off and just sat there, drinking coffee, completely topless, for his enjoyment.
Well we talked for about an hour, had 2 more coffee's before he said he had to leave as he was picking his kids up from his parents. I walked him to the door, still topless and kissed him good bye. he asked if we could do this again sometime. I said maybe. I hope we do as I think I enjoyed it as much as he did.