Dress Sexy

I nodded. Back to square one. But she was still in the black and white top. “And so if someone gives you the evil eye, what then, you slink away and put on a bra? What is there to be ashamed of?” A waiter, not the waitress, approached with the food. “Dinner’s up.” She sat forward, lifted her tits and sat them on the table in front of her.

I had to sit back to make sure the poor guy had room to put down both plates, one a little closer to me. He looked only briefly at me. “Do you need anything else right now?” Val looked up and said no. He left.

“I think he liked the show,” I said.


We ate in silence, and Val kept her boobs on the table the whole time. Once or twice she looked a little blushed to me, but she kept at it. A different waiter passed the table and grabbed Val’s empty bottle. “Another?” She nodded.

Our waitress brought back another bottle and fresh diet coke for me. We finished our meal in relative silence with no other visits from the staff. Our waitress came by as we were finishing off our drinks. “Will there be anything else?”

“No,” I said, “just the check thanks.”

She reached in her pocket and withdrew our tab. She placed it on the table in front of me and said, “Thanks for coming in.”

I turned over the check, read the amount, and then chuckled to myself.

“What is it?” Val asked.

I showed her the check. Our server had written “Thanks, Dee” at the bottom of the check. But it was written funny. Val didn’t get it, she shrugged at me. “She underlined her name, flattened out the ‘e’s and then put dots in the bottom of the loops.” Still no understanding. I grinned widely, “The ‘e’s are your boobs on the table, with the dots for nipples.” Then Val did blush. I left cash on the table, with an extra good tip, and we got up and left the restaurant. I headed out the door and took a right, away from the nearest parking lot.

“Where are you going? Is there another store you need to hit?”

“No, I just parked over here.”

She curled her lower lip at me. “You are enjoying this aren’t you.”

“Isn’t that the idea?”

We walked through the mall toward the far entrance. Even though I couldn’t see her I knew her tits were swaying freely under the thin top. She clutched my hand firmly, maybe to let me feel some of her tension. I was loving it.

On the drive home I realized I had forgotten to ask her something. “So what was this epiphany you had?”

“I just realized our happiness was more important than what other people thought of my being braless. I’m still not sure I can wear exactly what you might have in mind, at least not when we are so close to where we live.”

“I’ll try to keep it within reason.” I reached over and squeezed her left breast. She pushed my hand away.

“Just because I’m braless more often doesn’t mean you get to grope them more.”

Well, I thought, not everything has changed. But I might be able to live with this arrangement a lot easier.

At home she waited for me to close the garage door and then asked, “What do you want to do right now?”

“I want to cover your tits in cum.”

She sat down in front of me and pulled the top over her head. She pulled her hair back from her face and said, “This is what I want you to think about every time we are out and I’m braless. And every time we get home, you’ll cum on my tits.” I dropped my shorts and underwear and she reached out to stroke my dick. She took me in her mouth briefly to get my dick wet, then stroked me slowly till I was fully hard—which took no time at all. She then held up both tits and said “Well, hose em down.” I took hold of my cock and continued her work. It took very little time before I felt that familiar tension building up.

“I’m gonna cum,” I said at the last minute. I looked down, found her watching my dick and not my face. As I reached to point of no return I pointed my dick toward her tits, rubbed the head into her meaty tits and started to cum. I alternated between breasts as I milked the cum out of my cock. Returning to earth after a pretty good orgasm, I asked her to rub my cum into her skin.

“What do you like about this?” she asked as she massaged my cum into her tits.

I really didn’t know, but I knew I liked it. I just started talking. “It’s kinky, seeing you do that is almost as good as cumming in your mouth, and I’ve always thought it’s kind of like, well, marking you as mine. In a nice sexual way.”

She had rubbed all of my cum into her big DD tits when she stood up and said, “You’re an odd boy, you know that?” I just nodded and gave her a stupid post orgasmic grin.

The next day we were supposed to go pick up some supplies at Home Depot to finish a minor project in the back yard. I could have gone in the morning before she go up, but I wanted to know if last night was a fluke or the beginning something more interesting.

After we ate an early lunch, I went into the closet and tossed her a big gray college t-shirt. She caught it and said, “I suppose you would like this with jeans, and tucked in?”

I shrugged. I had asked her to do this a number of times. T-shirts were about as non see-thru as you could get, but they do move with her breasts. And if her nipples are perky, they show nicely. Mind you, she is never aware that her nipples are showing unless I say something. And since no one else will ever say something, it kind of made me wonder what the reluctance was. It wasn’t the same as having your hair going in ten directions, or having a big ugly stain on your shirt. Truth of the matter is men love to see nipples and all other women have them, so what’s the big deal?

Repeating last nights motions, I grabbed a t-shirt, went downstairs, got my wallet and keys, and waited for her in the car. Again like last night, she came down dressed just like I had asked. Grey t-shirt tucked in to a pair of jeans. This time the college logo was obscuring the finer details of her breasts. They were, however, definitely moving. I started to get hard just watching them move in the short distance from the house to the car.

“You don’t have to stare you know.”

“If it’s partly for my benefit, why shouldn’t I? After all, I can’t watch you as we walk in the store.”


We parked at Home Depot a short time later and headed off to find a small plastic insert for our backyard umbrella. The store was busy, as it always was for a weekend morning, but it was not crowded. We wandered around for ten minutes or so before we realized we were not going to find this thing without help. Being the typical male, I suggested she ask for help. I know she didn’t know it, but her nipples looked huge just then.

“Why don’t you ask?” she said.

“I never ask. That’s nothing new,” I said.

I walked just a bit behind her as she approached one of the store personnel. Most of those working at Home Depot are not younger than thirty unless they are stocking things or working registers. Just my observation. I watched as Val talked to the man. He was probably a few years older than us, mid to late forties, with salt and pepper hair and a medium build. He asked her a few questions and then led her off into a different part of the store.

As he walked he occasionally looked over his shoulder and asked her some questions. He also told her what could be used instead if the part was not in stock. If he was ogling her swaying titties, I could not tell.

We arrived at the correct parts bin, only to find it empty.

“That’s okay,” she told him, “we’ll go get the other stuff you mentioned.”

He nodded. “Do you know where it is?”

“Yup, no problem.” He turned and walked away. Val turned to me. “Was he checking out my tits?”

“I don’t know.”

“Don’t give me that, you must have been watching him.”

“Well, if he was, he was at least trying to be subtle about it.” I grinned as I looked at her breasts.


I debated telling her that her nipples were really obvious. “Nothing. I’m just happy you’ve come to this decision.”

We got the plastic stuff and left the store. On the way home I had her drive, figuring she would want to stop at Jack in the Box for a soda. This would put those lovely tits of here closer to the guy at the window, although it was not nearly as good a show when she was sitting down. Actually, I doubted if he could even see anything.

At home she parked the car and I closed the garage door. Again she sat down in front of me. She looked down at her shirt before lifting it up. “Were my nipples this obvious at the store?” She took off the shirt as I unzipped my shorts.

“Oh yeah.” I dropped my shorts and underwear and she grabbed my cock.

“You know what I want now,” she said. Then she surprised me by taking me in her mouth again. She held me tightly as she closed her lips around the head of my cock. She moved her tongue back and forth on the underside several times before tightening her lips and moving back and forth, fucking my dick with her mouth.

I reached down to heft her tits. She let go of my dick and continued with just her mouth. This let me grab both of her tits. I’m pretty quiet during sex, but when she is giving me a blow job or hand job it seems appropriate to be overtly appreciative, so I moan a lot and say really meaningful things like, “Damn, baby, that feels great.” Which it did.

I squeezed and kneaded her tits with my hands. I just love her tits. Her tongue was really doing a number on me. She would stroke my cock with her lips three or four times, then stop half way and rub the underside with her tongue, as forcefully as she could, for another three or four strokes. It was blissful and I told her so. She pulled back so just my head was in her mouth and smiled the best she could. She took my hands off her tits and put them on her shoulders. She popped me out of her mouth with one final swath of her tongue, then grabbed me firmly with her right hand. She pumped my dick expertly, the way fifteen years of experience tells you to. “Cum on my tits honey.”

I was closer than she realized, and the shift in sensation was perfect to set me off. Holding on to her shoulders to balance myself, I watched as she stroked me to orgasm. She was jerking me quickly, and while I knew how to aim my cum shot (a little bit), she didn’t. I felt the cum pulse up through my cock and watched as the first spurt flew out, more forcefully than typical for me, and hit her on the chin. She quickly redirected my dick toward her tits, smiled, and kept stroking. Her quick fist work had the effect of really spraying my cum all over her chest. Having surfed smut all morning, but not cum, there was quite a bit of spunk on her tits when I finally finished. She gave my balls a gentle squeeze when it was clear I was done, then she stroked me one last time and used her thumb to wipe off the last drop of cum. Without my asking, she rubbed my cum into her skin until it disappeared.

She picked up her shirt, gave me a peck on the lips and said, “Let’s fix that table so we can sit under the umbrella and talk about our next car.” She pulled the shirt back on and went into the kitchen for something to drink. I pulled my shorts back up, got the package out of the back seat and thought to myself I was getting to be one lucky bastard.

The End
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