At the beach bar
After a hot day at the beach, we went to the beach bar in the evening. My wife was wearing jeans and a white blouse that was slightly sheer. Contrary to her usual habits, she was wearing a white bra underneath. The bra was also slightly see-through, though this was only noticeable in certain lighting. The bar was packed that evening, with very few empty seats. Two guys came up to our table and asked if they could join us.
Naturally, we agreed, and they sat down. Since the server was too busy, one of the guys asked if he should get us drinks and what we’d like. We were having whiskey and Coke, so we asked him to bring that. When he returned to the table and handed out the glasses, I noticed they were larger than the previous ones. He grinned and said that way they’d last longer and he wouldn't have to leave again so soon. A casual conversation struck up between us until one of them mentioned to my wife that he’d noticed her at the beach earlier—since she’d been topless all day—and asked her directly, "So why are you wearing a bra now? You have such beautiful, firm breasts!" My wife laughed and thanked him for the nice compliment. Then she said, "Okay, if I have another drink, I’ll take off my bra."
As soon as she’d finished her glass, the guy immediately stood up and went to the bar. He came right back with another large glass for her, set it down in front of her, and looked at her expectantly.
Sure enough, she drained the glass in just a few swallows.
Then she turned her back to him, lifted the hem of her blouse, and said, "Well, give me a hand and undo it!"
He got a bit nervous, looked at me, and asked if she was serious. She nodded and called out, "Of course." Then he reached for the clasp; it took him a moment to manage it while she waited. She immediately asked him, "So, are you going to cut off the straps for me?" Embarrassed, he reached under her blouse with both hands and slid the straps forward over her arms until they were visible on her upper arms. At that moment, she took hold of the straps, pulled them through her hands, and said to him, "Now you can get the rest out." He had to reach forward to do this; he immediately seized the opportunity and took his time retrieving the loose straps to pull the bra off.
In the process, he touched her bare breasts.
Then he asked her to dance, and she joined him on the dance floor. After two dances, they returned, and I watched her breasts swaying back and forth in time with the movement. As we were leaving, she said to him, "Come to the beach tomorrow, and you can see them naked."
Naturally, the two guys showed up at the beach and settled down right next to us. My wife went topless the whole time!
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