Favourite braless situations?

[Fred163]

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!

[Fred163]

The next day, the two of them actually showed up at the beach. One of them had originally wanted to head back, since they were only planning to stay for three days; the other actually wanted to extend the trip. He mentioned that they were students and had to get back to class. So, the first one drove back after an hour, but the other stayed for the afternoon. When they arrived, my wife was still fully dressed in her bikini. After the first guy left, the other became much more talkative.

He was wearing cut-off jeans and a T-shirt; he took off the shirt but kept the jeans on. At one point, he asked my wife if she didn't want to take off her top. Her reply was: "I actually wanted to leave that up to you." He could hardly believe she said that. She added, "This is easier than my bra was yesterday." He immediately admitted that he had no experience in that regard; he struggled when it came to dealing with women. He was twenty-two and inexperienced. My wife liked that—she was approaching her fortieth birthday—and she asked him why he found her so appealing. He launched into compliments, saying he found her incredibly sexy. She liked that, of course, and gave him the green light to take off her top. There wasn't much to remove anyway, as it consisted of just two triangles at the front, tied at the neck and back. She sat up, and he untied it and handed it to her, saying, "Thank you very much!" She lay back down, and the conversation continued.

I was holding my book and reading, though I was naturally following their conversation and watching them as well. He was sitting half-upright beside her, digging his hands into the sand and letting it trickle slowly through his fingers. Then he grew bolder and let the sand trickle onto her stomach. When she didn't object, he began swirling it around her breasts and nipples. She remained silent and let it happen; when small piles of sand formed, he brushed them off her breasts, and as he blew away the remaining grains, her nipples hardened. He liked that. She said, "I like it—keep going." He filled his hand, poured all the sand onto her at once, spread it around, and then brushed it off again. In between, he kneaded her breasts until my wife sat up and rubbed the sand off with both hands. The sand began to pile up against her panties, so he suggested, "Why don't you take your panties off? It would be easier that way." She smiled and replied, "You'd like that, wouldn't you? But you should take off your jeans first—you must be sweating." That wasn't an option; he wasn't wearing anything underneath. "Don't you have swim trunks with you?" "No," he answered.

After some back-and-forth, he actually took off his pants and was completely naked underneath. My wife immediately reacted: "Wow, I like that—a smooth-shaven cock, nice and long but slender." He became embarrassed. She lay back down, and he knelt beside her again, seemingly unsure of what to do with his hands. Then, my wife took the initiative; her hand slid to his penis, gently moving it back and forth with one finger. It didn't take long for him to become aroused and get a hard-on. "Whoa," my wife said, "that was fast." He said, "Please, keep going." She replied, "Not here—come on, let's go to the shower." He mentioned that it had been over two years since he last had a girlfriend and asked her for tips on how to find one. Then she stood up, grabbed a bar of soap, and he followed her naked, though he held a towel in front of his erection. I could see them standing together in the shower because it was open on my side. She was standing with her back to me while he stood in front of her; I figured she was probably washing his cock thoroughly (which she later confirmed—she even gave him a handjob while doing it). She came back naked, holding her panties in her hand.

An hour later, the sun set; the beach had largely cleared out, and we packed up our things. He said goodbye very politely and thanked her profusely for the wonderful time she had given him.
Back home, I asked her if she had let him touch her pussy. "Yes, when he took off my panties—but I guided his hand there; he didn't dare do it himself, though he did get to soap it up."
I knew my wife was into shy guys.

[Yes_Right_There]

During the summer or spring I will deliberately go braless in certain shirts or sweaters. I feel a need to show off my 43f mommy small, saggy tits, and this is an "accidental" way to do it. In the summer I'll wear a shirt like the one I attached with no bra, a loose fitting or low cut shirt where you can clearly see my entire boobs if I bend down far, like to pick up something in the store. The same goes for loose fitting/low cut sweaters in the spring or fall, like the brown one here.

My husband has commented that he can see all of my boobs when I'm dressed like that if he's in front of me. That's exactly the way I want it. He had no objection and I hope at least a few guys have seen them when I bend down (I'm almost sure they have)

[Gnome72141]

Originally Posted by Yes_Right_There

During the summer or spring I will deliberately go braless in certain shirts or sweaters. I feel a need to show off my 43f mommy small, saggy tits, and this is an "accidental" way to do it.

It's like you are inside my head or something. I LOVE when my wife wears sweaters braless. The fluffier the sweater, the better. I told her this on our second or third date 25 years ago since it was winter, and she has done it ever since. She does it because she thinks no one can tell. Of course people can tell.

43f mommy small saggy tits is 10/10, no other way to describe it. DREAM!

[Yes_Right_There]

Originally Posted by Gnome72141

It's like you are inside my head or something. I LOVE when my wife wears sweaters braless. The fluffier the sweater, the better. I told her this on our second or third date 25 years ago since it was winter, and she has done it ever since. She does it because she thinks no one can tell. Of course people can tell.

43f mommy small saggy tits is 10/10, no other way to describe it. DREAM!

I'm sure she wants them to see! I think all women do, whether they admit it or not. I'm glad you think mommy saggy tits are nice Do you want guys to get turned on by seeing her tits completely exposed?