Now I can tell the whole story with Jan, but I will do it in small updates when I have time.
After the bottomless incident, I didn't see Jan on her balcony for a few days. Finally she came out at the usual time. After some totally innocent talk, I decided to try something a little risque.
"I've heard a lot of women aren't wearing bras these days. What is the point, right?" I asked rhetorically.
"To tell you the truth, I kind of miss it. I have some beautiful bras but no one is around to show them to. I haven't seen my boyfriend in weeks."
I took the bait. "You can show them to me if you want."
"OK, but don't go bragging to your friends or my boyfriend will kill us. Come back this time every day and I'll give you a little fashion show."
"I think I can arrange that."
"Oh, one more thing. We aren't going to sleep together."
The last part was a bit disappointing, but in a way a relief because I wasn't sure how literally she meant the part about her boyfriend killing us. At the same time, I thought maybe I wanted to change her mind and risk it. YOLO.
The next day she came out in a bathrobe, like when she showed off her bush. After we talked a bit, she looked around, then opened up her top half for a few seconds. It was a black satin bra. Although not sheer or particularly revealing, it showed the shape of her round C cup breasts well and about an inch of cleavage. A nice appetizer for what was to follow. She also had a flat stomach, which was surprising for a woman her age and made her breasts look even better. I told her she looked great, and she smiled.
The next couple of bras were elegant but no more revealing. White lace, red lace. Not that I'm complaining. When a woman is in front of you, in the flesh, a bit of cleavage can be a delectable. I gave her fulsome compliments so she would keep going.
Finally, she went all of the way, bra-wise. I knew something was up, because she came out grinning. This bra was white and had the framework to support her boobs, but otherwise was completely sheer. She had pointy, light brown nipples with small areolae.
I was trying to think of something clever too say, but she did first, "You look like my son on Christmas after he got a new bike." Then she went back in.
More to come...