1. How it all began, continued


    Date: 2/19/2015, Categories: Exhibitionism, Author: a9ollo, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

    Following our discussion after my husband wrote ‘How It All Began’, he persuaded me to tell you about the next chapter in our amazing life together. So here goes and I hope you enjoy. After the unexpected thrill I experienced when I opened the door to the postman, I was at some sort of crossroads. Dave my lover, was always hornier returning home on the days I had waved him off wearing very little clothing. Lovemaking on those nights was immensely erotic, especially when we fantasized that other men may have seen me. Although the thought of turning fantasy into reality aroused me, I decided not to push things until I was sure Dave's enthusiasm was as strong as mine. Things developed a few weeks later when we arranged a night out to celebrate one year since our first date. Dave had booked a table at a rather exclusive hotel in a nearby town, and suggested I wear my black crossover dress for the occasion. As usual I had dressed well before time, and on checking myself out in front of the mirror, decided to try wearing it without the bra. Actually, I felt very sexy when I puckered up my already aroused pink nipples, and seeing how much they protruded through in the silky fabric provoked some interesting notions. I could tell Dave was well impressed when I joined him in our lounge. So much so, that after I did a twirl to show him, he started playing around. Then he teased me about the fantasies that had developed during our lovemaking. Pulling me close, he untied the sash ...
    holding my dress together to see the effect. Loosened to the extreme, most of my curving flesh was visible. Already in the mood, I was delighted when he re-tied it to show significantly more cleavage. He mischievously added that we may want to slacken it even more later. We drove to the venue, having pre-booked a taxi for our return. On arrival at the restaurant we were shown to a corner table, where I chose to sit facing the wall. Then whilst wriggling out of my coat, I deliberately caused my dress to reveal my left breast. Hell! I felt so hot when my lover then told me how gorgeous I looked, and urged me not to cover up. Seeing an older Latin type waiter approaching I hastily considered my options - should I just cross my arms to cover my exposed nipple or should I just partially cover it? By this time in our relationship, I knew my lover would want me just to sit back in the chair and allow the waiter to see my tit. But basically I needed some Dutch courage, so chickened out, and discreetly drew my top to partially cover my exposed flesh. The waiter welcomed us, handed us the menus, and then informed us of some of the specials available. Not immediately knowing his reaction, I was afraid to look directly at him. But out of the corner of my eye, I could see his eyes continually drop to the exposed valley of my cleavage. Sensing I had attracted his fascination, my nipples hardened to protrude against the silky fabric. It made me wish I’d had the courage not to cover up so much on ...
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