[Janethebrain]

Background: Frank and Alan are on their way home, and I’ve been plotting a way to do a little harmless teasing and flashing. I’m braless, wearing a thin tank top that can be very transparent in the right light, and I want them to think they caught me by surprise which is why I’m dressed the way I am. The full background is a few posts back.


In a moment of inspiration, I pulled out a bunch of random ingredients from the fridge and made a mess on the counter and floor, that looked like I was rearranging the refrigerator. I figured this would sell the “I wasn’t expecting you yet” vibe, and would give me a lot to do in the kitchen, as well as giving me an excuse for sitting on the floor where they would have an even greater appreciation for my tank top, cause if I lean forward a little you can see all the way to the floor, and my smallish boobs are completely visible. That I did remember about this particular tank top.

I heard the car in the driveway and then Frank opening the front door. I squealed and said “oh shit” loud enough to be heard. Frank asked if everything was ok, and I said yes, but I made a mess. When they came into the kitchen, they both stopped dead in their tracks, and then Alan burst out laughing and Frank and I did too.

I jumped up and introduced myself to Alan and then gave Frank a hello kiss. Before anyone I asked, I explained that I had been looking for corn on the cob which I was sure was in the fridge, and the whole thing just got away from at some point in the search. Frank reminded me that we had eaten the corn last Sunday, and I pretended to remember that.

Alan was indeed outgoing and we were making jokes and all laughing right from the start. I could see that he had noticed I was braless, and while he made sure not to be obvious, his eyes were flicking down to my chest every time he thought I wasn’t looking. While Frank was hanging up their coats I squatted down to gather a few things off the floor and gave Alan a really good look down my shirt while making it seem like I was just flustered trying to clean up my house.

When I stood up, Alan had a big smile on his face, which I suspected had something to do with the down-shirt show I had just put on, and I told him it was great to meet him finally and asked him what he wanted to drink. Frank came back and they both opened beers while I poured another glass of wine. They boys stood around talking as I continued putting things back in the fridge. After a couple minutes Alan started helping me, but I noticed he only picked up things from the floor, and only did it when I was bent over. I was now sure that he was seeing exactly what I was intending to show, and the funny part was, Frank hadn’t noticed and from what I could tell, he hadn’t even gotten a glimpse of my boobs because he was never positioned right when I bent over.

That wasn’t an accident, I wanted to avoid a discussion about how I should put on different clothes since we had company. Once we were down to the last couple items, Frank said he would show Alan the guest room so he could put his suitcase away, and they could both get out of their suits and ties. When they came back down, I was sitting on the couch flipping channels. They were both dressed casually, shorts and golf shirts, but not quite as casual as I was.

Right on schedule Frank suggested that I put on something a little nicer since we had company, and I begged them both to let me stay comfortable unless we were going out tonight. Frank arched his eyebrows at me, but Alan jumped in and said that he would feel terrible if I was doing something just for him. He insisted that he was a guest, and just happy to be here, and that I should wear whatever makes me most comfortable.

It sounds crazy, but this was almost the exact conversation I had imagined an hour ago when I was putting my plan together for the evening. Both what Frank would say, and what Alan would say, and it helped that Alan now had a reason to want me to stay dressed as I was.

I won’t go through everything that happened the rest of the night, but over the course of five hours I managed to give Alan a number of great views both down my shirt when I would bring him a refill, and by standing directly under the lights that made my shirt most transparent. I managed to keep Frank in the dark (so to speak) until he had a few drinks in him, at which point I gave him a nice peek.

He not only noticed, but quickly made an excuse that he wanted to find something in the garage and asked for my help. When we got to the garage he mentioned that he had just gotten a really good look at “the girls” which is what I call my boobs, and he wanted me to be careful around Alan. I thanked him, and told him I would be careful around Alan, and then I gave him a big smile and said, “it wasn’t an accident you know.”

“What wasn’t an accident?”

“I intentionally bent over to show you my tits because I’m really horny and want to have sex tonight,” I replied.

He gave me a big kiss and he said he was definitely up for that. And now with a new thought planted in his head, we went back into the house and rejoined Alan. Telling Frank that I had intentionally flashed him had not been part of my plan, but it ended up being perfect.

I now had two different guys that were both thinking about my boobs, and that I could innocently flash whenever the opportunity arose, and I was dressed perfectly for flashing my tits. I did briefly consider putting a skirt on so I could add some panty flashes, but after the performance I had put on about wanting to be dressed comfortably, I didn’t think I could pull off a switch without raising suspicion. I just had to not be blatant, and not let Frank realize that he wasn’t the only one getting a show.

It was actually easier than it sounds. One of the good lighting locations was behind the couch under some track lights. With Frank sitting on the couch, I could stand there and talk with both of them in a place where my nipples were very visible to Alan but I was behind Frank. And I could take a step back and the view would change significantly, so I did this all night. There were a couple good lighting positions and I used them all.

On the flip side, whenever Alan went to the bathroom, I actually pulled up my shirt and flashed Frank, and did it a couple other times when Alan had his back to me. When Alan called his wife to check in, I sat on Frank’s lap and kissed him deeply and even pulled his hands up to my chest to encourage fondling. So Frank was totally enjoying my little game, while Alan was getting a different set of flashes that were all “innocent”, and that Frank wasn’t aware of.

My next phase (if I could pull it off) was to create a situation where I flashed Frank, and I got “caught” by Alan. I didn’t know how to do it exactly, but I figured if I kept drinking and flashing it would happen sooner or later. I also tried to imagine how I could get caught by Frank flashing Alan, but that seemed riskier.

I think I have mentioned before that being forced to be a topless waitress is one of my biggest fantasies, and I have managed to do it a couple times. I didn’t know if I could make it happen during Alan’s visit, but just the thought made me very turned on. I just mention that to give you a sense of my thinking. I wasn’t imagining a threesome, but I was trying to get myself to be a forced topless waitress or something along those lines.

I kept looking for good opportunities to get caught flashing, but since I didn’t want to be obvious, I was never able to make it happen. The closest I came was towards the end of the night, I suggested we all play pool and went down into the basement. This game me a lot of flashing options between bending over to line up shots, or standing directly under the low ceiling lights which made my shirt see-through. I did both of those quite a few times, and on one of the times I was leaning over the pool table, I saw Frank catch Alan looking straight down my top. When I next looked over at a Frank he motioned with his eyes towards the stairs.

I said I needed a refill and headed upstairs and Frank said he would grab beers for the guys and followed me up. In the kitchen, Frank looked back to make sure Alan hadn’t followed us up the stairs and then whispered to me.

“You just gave Alan a great look at the girls!” he said.

I told him I didn’t think so, but I was pretty drunk and I guess it’s possible. He assured me that Alan got a good look when I hit my last shot, and I just shrugged.

“They’re just boobs, and unless he was offended I don’t really care,” I replied.

“Okay, I just told you, because I didn’t want you to be embarrassed,” Frank said.

“Are you sure he could see them, I’ve been careful to only flash you tonight,” I said semi-honestly.

“Maybe just that one time, but I’m positive he saw them on that last shot.”

“Oh well, if he’s seen them, he’s seen them,” I said and headed back downstairs. “You still want to have sex later right?” I whispered as we walked down the stairs.

In response Frank grabbed my butt and gave it a good squeeze. I wiggled it back at him.

When we resumed playing, I got the feeling that Alan knew he had been caught looking, and assumed that was why Frank and I went upstairs together. He was still his friendly self, but I could tell that something was different. The biggest “tell” was that for the last hour playing pool, anytime I was bent over or under a bright light, Alan was always facing the right direction, or standing near me. It was all very casual, and everyone was walking around the table, but he was almost always in the right spot to see me.

Now, he was doing the same thing in reverse, always positioning himself to not have line of sight down my shirt. The conversation and gameplay was just as casual as previously, but it was clear to me he didn’t want us to think he was a pervert and was keeping himself in places where he wouldn’t even accidentally get a look.

During the past few hours I had gone back and forth in my mind over the question of whether Alan thought my show was completely innocent and accidental, and he was just extremely lucky, or whether he thought I was doing it on purpose and he was just extremely lucky. The way he was acting convinced me that he thought it was an innocent show.

At this point I was pretty drunk and it was pretty late, and by common agreement we started to wind down the evening. We finished our game, cleaned up and went upstairs. We showed Alan to the guest room and we both gave him big hugs before saying goodnight.

Frank and I were both naked seconds after we shut our bedroom door, and we had a particularly active romp, changing positions, holding each other’s wrists, nothing crazy, just more vigorous than usual. And then in the middle of fucking, Frank said, “did it turn you on that Alan saw your tits?” (When we dirty-talk, it’s always “tits” not boobs or the girls. Frank gets turned on when I say the word “tits”)

“It turned me on that you saw my tits. Did you like that?”

“I loved it, but you didn’t answer my question,” Frank said. “Did it turn you on when Alan saw your tits?”

We were speeding up our fucking at this point, both getting very close to cumming, sometimes the dirty-talking puts us over the top.

“I like it when anyone sees my tits!” I gasped. “I’m glad Alan saw my tits tonight.”

I swear to god I’m not making this up, when I tell you that right as I said that, we both came hard.

This was one of those sessions where it takes like 5 minutes after you cum to fully get your breath back, and we both drifted in and out of sleep laying there. We didn’t talk about it that night, and haven’t in the four days since, but I think a milestone was crossed with me and Frank in that couple sentence discussion while we were fucking. I’m not sure what it means, or how Frank is processing it, but he seems normal.

If he understands that a little teasing, flashing and nudity is not just fun for me, but truly turns me on, then it could be really good for us. He may even help me indulge in my fantasies. But on the other hand, he could be threatened by the idea that another guy seeing my tits made me turned on and think that I would cheat on him, which is totally not correct.

I will keep you posted on developments with Frank.

I also have an even better story to share about what happened the next night when Sue stopped by at midnight, very drunk, and wanted to hang out with us because Jeff had passed out and she still wanted to party.