Growing up in the 80s, there weren’t too many times I recall seeing women wearing anything particularly sheer or even all that risqué. One of the few exceptions was one of the housewives in the neighborhood I grew up in had a propensity for not wearing a bra under tight tshirts while doing gardening or other things in her yard. Sometimes those tshirts were white. I might have been caught looking a little too long.
Later on in the 90s, it seemed like every other young woman I went to college with embraced the return of hippy fashion with their diaphanous white peasant blouses, halter tops, etc. Plenty of bobbing and jiggling braless breasts would be seen those years, along with the occasional nipple and areola showing through in direct sunlight. This one girl I was friendly with knew her tops were see-through. I think she made a little bit of a game of how much she could get away with. I asked her point-blank one day if she minded me admiring her. She said not at all, smiled, and let me look all I wanted.
My girlfriend at the time wasn’t quite into that style. Aside from a few sundresses, she mostly wore tshirts and jeans or the occasional broomstick skirt (which I also LOVED seeing her in). For her, braless or not was a matter of comfort, time of cycle, and whether we were going to be visiting with her parents. Anyway, at a shop in our college town, I found this little white halter top made of the thinnest gauziest material. Color definitely showed through. When I showed her, she said she was too busty to wear it, but agreed to it if I bought it.
She wore the halter top the next day over a bikini top to go to a municipal park with swimming pool nearby. Seeing the bikini top striped pattern through the white material was easy. I started wondering how easy it would be to convince her to wear it with nothing else under or over it.
A few days later, on a lazy mid-week summer day, we had planned on going to the shoreline a few hours away. I got her to wear it with one of her broomstick skirts and a favorite pair of sandals. She looked incredibly hot! I could tell she felt a little self-conscious, especially in this one shop where a guy about the same age I am now was leering a little too long. Other than that, I don’t think there was much more than a few admiring glances.
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