[George VI]

I hadn’t thought of this one in a while. It was just a typical quick downblouse, but I’ll give a little background on the woman and the situation. Shortly before I got married, I spent a couple of weekends at my fiancée’s apartment. She was a nurse and my second time there she was working second shift, and her roommate Wendy, who was also a nurse, worked the first shift and so it was just the two of us in the apartment for a couple of hours in the evening.

Wendy the roommate’s whole demeanor exuded innocent wholesome Midwestern girl, and perhaps she was all of that. Fresh out of college, kind of cute in a generally average way, she was a little taller than average, a shoulder-length brunette with glasses, full lips, smaller B cup breasts. Her butt was just a little larger than ideal. But when she came home wearing an all-white nurses uniform with slacks that were so thin you could see her white panties through them. And the way they hugged her butt cheeks showed every jiggle when she walked away from me, she got my attention.

But of course I wasn’t looking to bang my fiancee’s roommate right before getting married, so our conversations were cordial. Wendy had a sort of shy schoolgirl demeanor. Considering this was only the second or third time we’d met she seemed comfortable with me. So when she mentioned that she was struggling with her homework and asked if I could help her, I didn’t think much of it. She grabbed her textbook and sat next to me on the couch, and sidled up real close, rubbing her hips, thighs, and shoulders against me, smiling. It was the old “I’m holding the schoolbook between us so we can make contact” trick. I didn’t back off and enjoyed the contact, but that’s as far as it went.

Ok, I’m getting to the downblouse. Very shortly before we got married, my wife and I moved out of state and Wendy came to visit us. Several times I took note of Wendy’s little teal green summer nightgown that she wore to bed, a thin cotton set where the short sleeved top scooped down in front, and the hem barely covered the matching panties, putting all of her long legs on display. On her last day there, my wife was at work, and I was going to take Wendy to the airport. In the morning, it was just the two of us in my apartment, and she was running around in her little nightie, packing. She misplaced something, I don’t recall what, but somehow we both ended up on our knees on the floor looking through various suitcases. Wendy leaned over, her nightie gapped open, and her whole right breast appeared. A slightly cone-shaped breast with a light brown medium-sized areola.

I don’t know if she caught me peering into her top, or ogling her in general or what, but a few minutes later she said, “You’re seeing me in my nightgown, George.” I don’t really know why she said that, or how she expected me to reply. If I was a quick thinker I should have complimented her on how good she looked in her nightgown, or said I was honored for the privilege or something. But instead I just said nothing like a stammering dope.

A little while later, I dropped Wendy off at the airport, she gave me a long hug, and I never saw her again.