I met my fiance' in graduate school. She hails from the land of Europe. Perhaps you've heard of it
. She also happens to be a hottie...which is one of the many reasons I fell for her.
On one of our very first dates, she told me she couldn't understand why Americans tied nudity to sexuality so much. She said,
"I go to nude beaches with my friends all the time, and it's always fun and casual."
I couldn't relate. The thought of her prancing around the beach naked with her girlfriends was giving me a big ol' boner right there in the Italian restaurant. I was honest about it and she laughed, saying "See!"
Anyway, her perspective was genuine. Exhibit A: Both she and her roommate (also European and from the same area) regularly walked around braless before bed, usually just wearing t-shirts and boxer shorts. Her roomie didn't seem to have the faintest idea that I might be interested in her breasts. Full disclosure, this girl wasn't particularly attactive, but she did have some big old tigglies. And hey, I'll never turn down some periphery titties. Meanwhile, my fiance had perky B cups, and she's was, and still is, a blonde smoke show.
Eventually, her roommate started dating a guy who began sleeping over. Nice, sort of dorky fellow. We got along fine. At first I was on the fence about him seeing my girlfriend's boobies semi-exposed, but frankly, the whole thing was kind of hot. Two American doods fucking their open-minded European girlfriends in adjacent bedrooms. Besides, I reasoned, we were both getting to witness each others bra-lass girlfriends so...fair is fair.
But then one time, things took an unexpected turn. To say the least!
My fiance asked me to come over to help her, her roommate, and the boyfriend re-arrange some furniture. But when I got there an hour later, I quickly noticed a few things.
#1. Her roommate wasn't there. Instead, the boyfriend had asked a friend to come over to help. Her roommate apparently ran off to class. I was acqauinted with the friend too. He was also a good guy, though I only knew him through the boyfriend.
#2. More importantly to the story, when I looked at my fiance, she was wearing an extremely loose fitting, pink, sleeveless tank top. Meanwhile, her perky nipples were
clearly visible in the front, and despite the fact that she didn't have big knockers, I could see some side boob action for sure.
My immediate reaction was feeling jealous and irritated. How could she be so naive? She reminded me of that topless foreign exchange student in the movie 'American Pie.' (Smaller tits, same adorable naivety. I'm joking, but not that far off. She just didn't care.
I looked at her and quickly surveyed the room. She immediatly said, "Hey!" Come over and help!'
Within seconds, I was being summoned to grab one corner of a heavy, wooden coffee table. She and the friend were on one side, the roomate's BF and I were other. She bent down, preparing to to lift up her corner, and guess what...
Boom. Her perky little tits were instantly on FULL display.
I saw the girls immediately — as ever, looking like sweet apples in the open breeze. I glanced to my left, and the roommate's BF was (of course) staring directly down her shirt. He was so focused on her nipples that he didn't even notice me glancing at him. My eyes darted from him, back to my fiances tits, then to her face.
Nope. Still nothing. She was completely clueless. Good lord.
Then I glanced at the other guy...who was still next to her. He was looking at the roomate's BF, seemingly aware of what was going on, despite not having the same view that the BF did. I imagine he was also conscious of the fact that I knew what was happening, and was directly across from him. In other words, he had to be discreet with his eyes too.
I was able to deduce all this in a manner of a few seconds, mostly because I anticipated this was coming. I had seen her wear this tank top before.
At this point, we hadn't even picked up the table yet. We were still squatting, and the roomate's BF had already gotten an eyeful of my girlfriend's sweet tits. At this point, I reasoned that anything I said to her would just draw more attention to the situation. I had little choice but to embrace what was happening. Besides, if you check out my other recent post, you'll see that these sorts of things turn me on anyway.
So I decided to suspend jealousy and go with the flow.
We lifted the table up, and started inching across the living room very slowly. Her tits were 100% visible. Straight down to the top of her pajama boxers. No difficulty seeing them what-so-ever. She was blissfully clueless.
When I look back on the situation, I think what turns me on most about it (besides these dorks getting to a sustained look at her stuff) was that the table was
far too heavy for her, but she was trying very hard to keep up with the boys. The thing is, since she was squatting low and activating her back and arm muscles to haul the thing, she let her chest completely loose.And since she was side-stepping across the room, her perfect little titties were bouncing around
wildly!
For some reason, that mismatch between her intent and her delivery — aka how strong she was trying to be, compared to how adorably exposed and vulnerable she actually was, makes my dick hard to this day. Is it me, or is that hot? Her tits were bopping around so much it was comical. I can only imagine how much the roommate must have used that visual to imagine her as a sl*t afterwards.
Anyway, we finally put the table down for a break, and I considered trying to communicate with her. But it was a lost cause. Any signal I gave her would be painfully obvious at this point. Screw it, I decided to just go with the flow.
At this point, we were ready to pick the table up to start again. Of course, she decided that it might make sense for her to switch places with the friend, to better balance the strength dynamic. Aye carumba.
As soon as she bent down, same story. The roommate (now on her side) watched his friend peer down my girlfriend's shirt. As he did, he sent his friend an undeniable smirk. He couldn't even hide it.
As we continued to move furniture around for the next 10 minutes, they both got a few more glances, as did I.
When the guys left, she thanked them "SO MUCH" for their help (wait, who should be thanking who again?). As soon as they closed the door, I looked at her and said,
"Hey...are you serious!?? Did you really not know your tits were out?"
She responded with something like "Oh shit! Really!? Hehe! Why didn't you tell me?
Omfg.
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P.S.
I never spoke to the roommate directly about the incident afterwards. But I did get some great, unintentional payback. A few months later, he and I were playing a video game as our ladies prepped for a double date with us. In a rush, his girlfriend swung her bedroom door open... headed for a shower and wrapped in a bath towel. As she did, her towel got caught on the door, partially pulling it off and clearly exposing her shaved pussy. I was pleasantly surprised, and I made sure to not break my stare even for a millisecond, as she struggled to cover her vagina.
She let out a shriek and ran into the bathroom. The boyfriend laughed uncomfortably and yelled, "Your good, we didn't see anything!" I looked at him dead in the eye, and gave him a heavy wink. He laughed and mumbled something awkwardly.