Many Moons ago, I was dating a beautiful blonde, and eventually she moved in with me. She weighed about 110 and was petite, about 5’6”. Her areola and nipples changed color from time to time. Sometimes more pink and sometimes more tan colored. Her and I started experimenting with public flashing and dress disorders (where she would be on purposefully flashing but acting like she didn’t know she was doing it in public). One day I asked her to wear a white button-down shirt without a bra, and leave the top two buttons open in public. She was happy to do it, and it turned me on a lot. We went to a nice restaurant and the way she sat with her shirt undone, the waitress was able to look down her shirt and see her whole tit. I saw the waitress looking every time she came to our table. I got up and walked by to see if anyone else could see and I think a few could. But the problem was her areola and nipple were so pink I couldn’t see them.
We talked about it and we wanted them to be more noticeable, so I suggested putting makeup on her areola and nipples, and that did the trick. The next time we went out, she wore a blue button-down denim dress. Leaving the top buttons undone. We went to a bar and had a few drinks. We were invited to sit at a table of people we knew. The more she drank, the more she moved around, and not caring that sometimes her whole tit would come out of her dress. With the makeup on her areola it made it very noticeable. The other guys and girls were looking at her tits, and it was turning me on. We went home and fucked like rabbits that night and talked about what happened. We both enjoyed it so much we planned to do it more often but we ended up starting to get into the lifestyle and swinging. But that is another story altogether. I have written about her in other past stories. Here is a pic of her.
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