Breasts Three Times
I saw my best friend’s wife’s breasts three times; twice right before they got married, once not long afterwards. She was a petite woman in her mid-twenties, light brown hair, slender frame, small firm breasts.
Two were braless downblouses. The first time was while watching a baseball game on a hot summer day. She sat next to me on my right, wearing a thin white sleeveless cotton blouse. It was unbuttoned low, and the wind kept blowing it open, affording me long looks of her right breast in excellent light. Her breast was small, pale and pointy, lovely smooth flesh, with a small light-brown areola, and on occasion, an eraser-sized nipple pointing out.
The third time was on a long hike in a park on a hot summer day. She wore a polo shirt braless, and most of the time it clung to her titties nicely and her nipples poked through the fabric. But on a couple of occasions when she was leaning over or resting while I stood over her, I could see her titties, in excellent light. Too warm for any nipple puckering.
The first two times were the clearest looks, but the middle time was the coolest because she knew she’d flashed me. I was at their apartment, she had been out drinking with co-workers or something and was pretty hammered, and got into a short white robe, terrycloth if I recall correctly. I don’t recall where my friend was, but I remember talking to her alone as she stood in the kitchen door, less than three feet from me. I was watching the top of her robe as it slowly slid down and the gap widened. First a little nipple peek, eventually the whole right breast. After a little show, she looked down, noticed that her tit was exposed, got a startled expression on her face, and quickly yanked the robe shut and pulled the belt tighter. Then it happened all over again, at least two more times – the loosening of the belt, a slow malfunction and flash, the startled expression, the rapid adjustment. I didn’t say anything, pretended not to notice. I don’t think she was deliberately flashing her tits to me, but she wasn’t being overly-modest either, and I doubt if she told my friend about it.
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