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Lisa and I went for a cycle ride today. It was only in the low 40s but it was sunny so it felt ok. Also yay for heated gear! I've had it for years but Lisa just got her heated jacket liner. Liners tend to work best close to the body so I told Lisa to just wear a t-shirt. She chose a Harley Davidson one. I also talked her into going braless.

After riding an hour or so we stopped in a small town for lunch at a bar. The bar was maybe a third full so we grabbed some stools and started taking off our jackets and liners. Once Lisa had hers off I noticed her nipples poking out just as I'd hoped they would. The lady bartender, also in a Harley shirt came over to take our order. She was roughly our age, cute, and showing just a hint of cleavage. The shirt had a zipper that ran from the neck to just below the breasts.

After bringing our drinks She struck up a conversation with us about riding, our heated gear and things. Soon she and Lisa are talking like old friends so I'm half paying attention to them and half to the football game on the tv.

Lisa then tells the bartender she loves her shirt. The bartender thanks her and says she wears it because it can help her get tips. She then playfully unzipped the zipper all the way down showing us a lot of cleavage before zipping back up to the modest level. In the quick glimpse I decided she must not be wearing a bra either. And that's when my dick got hard, thinking about the two pair of braless breasts near me.

She then went to get our food order. After serving us she whispered to my wife "your nipples look great in that shirt by the way." Lisa turned red and thanked her for the compliment. The bartender then left to wait on some other customers. Soon enough she returned. She spent a lot of time with us. It seemed to me she was flirting with Lisa which I found very cool. After an enjoyable lunch it was time to hit the road.

When we got home the kids were gone but they had left the gas fireplace on. I got Lisa's jeans and panties off and we had a quickie on the floor in front of the fireplace. All the while telling her how bad the bartender wanted her.