[SandyM]

Years ago, we lived around the corner form a couple who were about our same age; we were all in our early thirties. We never knew them that well, but since we both had dogs, we would see them in the park that was across from our houses. The wife of that couple, who I will call Mary, was slim with a-cup breasts, a great pair of legs and a nice ass. Face wasn't bad, either.

So, one morning I was walking our dog, and came across Mary walking hers. I saw her from a distance and headed over, to say hello, as was our custom. She looked a bit dodgy as the Brits might say, and I noticed her trying to hold her t-shirt away from her body. As I got closer, I could tell she was braless and trying to hide that fact from me. So, of course I tried to chat with her as much as I could, and after about a minute she just let the thin, well worn tee shirt go, and it hung down across her nicely shaped perky little breasts.

I found out through that conversation that they had been out late at a friend's wedding, and she was hung over. I'm guessing she was wearing what she had slept in- a comfy old tee shirt and sweat pants. To my delight, we walked together for a few hundred yards back towards her house, during which time I was able to discretely check out her nipples, which showed through the thin material pretty well. Quarter sized brown ariolas, my favorite. The absolutely glorious part of the whole thing was, though, that between when I first started talking to her and when we said our goodbyes her nipples got rock hard, and she never made any further efforts to hide them.