A Tank Top
I recently visited Nashville and stayed with a female friend. We’ve always been friends. We have a good connection, but have always been dating other people. We’ve never been single at the same time. Unfortunately, this visit was no different. Our timing is a shame because I am certainly attracted to her slender, 5’2, 105 pound frame, and I also find her intelligent, funny, and a pleasure to be around.
On this visit, I met Jenny’s new boyfriend. He stayed overnight the night I slept on Jenny’s air mattress in the living room. I certainly would not do anything with a woman in a relationship. Nonetheless, I got the feeling Will was asserting his status. He had endeavored to meet me even though he was a little sick.
After going out to eat and drinking for a few hours, Will and Jenny went to bed. I followed suit slightly thereafter, but I woke before them, around 8, and starting puttering around. I took a shower and then I started reading the book in my bag. By 9:30, Jenny woke up. She came out of her bedroom to chat with me. She said Will was tuckered our, and still sleeping. She wore sweatpants and a tanktop.
When I had hung out with Jenny when we were in school, she would put a bra on before we hung out if she was in her pajamas. On a few occasions, she had bent over and I saw down the gap in her shirt. On those occasions, when I was in a relationship but she was not, I would see her pale, lithe stomach and her cream-colored bra, which clung to her b-cup breasts. On this occasion, I assumed I would see the same thing underneath her pajamas. After all, her boyfriend was a room away.
As we chatted, Jenny asked me if I wanted tea or coffee. I said coffee. She offered me a cappuccino, and I accepted. I sat at her breakfast counter and observed her in the kitchen. As we spoke about the news, she reached up to cabinets to grab tea bags, and then bent from the waist to get material for the cappuccino machine. As she bent over, the tank top fell away from her body. I could see everything beyond the armhole of her tank top. She was not wearing a cream bra.
Rather, she wore nothing underneath her tank top. Her right breast stood tall. Her nipple appeared. It was dark, prominent, and block-shaped; it was neither cold nor erect. The globe of her breast was just as pale as her body. I could not believe what I saw. My eyes blinked open.
She stood back up, put the item on the counter, and then bent over again. Again, her tank top fell away from her body. Again, I saw her right breast. This time, though, she realized her shirt had fallen, grasped the material in her right hand, and held the tank top to her chest. I could no longer see her nipple. We continued conversing and did not acknowledge what had happened.
As she stood up and faced me, I was surprised that her nipples did not point through her tank top. I guess the tank top was made of thick material. Still, she held her hands against her chest. I smiled to myself as we talked. I had just seen her breast after years of friendship, with her boyfriend slumbering in the next room!
Jenny then excused herself to check on Will. I assumed she would put a bra on. Once again, my assumption was wrong. We talked for another ninety minutes before Will rose. I saw her large, block-like nipple two more times, and the globe of her right breast several times more. I was surprised at how well I could converse, given the morning’s attractions. When Will woke up, I smiled to myself about what I had seen. Jenny had not put a bra on all morning. She had was braless the entire time. Eventually, I had to leave to meet another friend, but it seemed that even Will’s presence did not inspire a bra.
What a treat it is to see a long-time friend’s breast, when you did not expect to see her nude body. To pajamas!
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