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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 ankara travesti 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 his approach. Giving him my order, I turned to look up at him just in time to catch his roaming eyes return from my chest. So with a provocative pout, I simply looked down at my chest then back to his eyes, confirming to him I was aware of my exposure. I hoped to convey that I was comfortable with him looking at my aroused impressions. His returning smile after taking our order confirmed his appreciation. As soon he left, Dave leaned forward to let me know that I had aroused him terrifically by teasing the waiter. Our stimulating conversation continued until our waiter returned with our customary two bottles of wine. White for me and red for Dave. Uncorking mine first, he stood facing me then took his time as he poured me a sample to taste. While ankara travestileri he was performing this ritual I raised my eyebrows and smiled, wanting him to acknowledge what he could see. The meal arrived and as the evening progressed, our conversation continued. Dave reiterated how much he enjoyed my recent early morning exposures, and how much more energetic our lovemaking had been. With some liquid encouragement, we became a little more candid about our desires. Eventually both admitted we wished to explore the fantasy of me being seen by others. We received such wonderful service all evening. The waiter went out of his way to top up our glasses or to confirm our satisfaction, whilst paying undeniable attention to my obvious lack of a bra. Dave kept asking me how much I was enjoying the waiter’s attentions. I replied that I was adoring his special attention. By the time the bill arrived, and having drunk almost a whole bottle of wine, I was feeling very relaxed and really turned on. Dave offered his card to pay, and our waiter disappeared to get the card machine. Whilst he was away, Dave reached over and adjusted the fabric of my dress. Looking down, I saw he had exposed it show the dark edge of my areola. The sexual energy generating between us was awesome. Dave continued the flattery, saying he was sure the waiter would recall what he saw to enjoy himself later. When he returned to process our transaction, his eyes immediately took in my increased exposure. Knowing one of my almost naked boobs was being relished by this older man excited me more than ever. Eager to reward our waiter for his obliging service, I reached for my coat knowing my flimsy crossover would slide to reveal my full breast. My eye caught his just in time to see a subtle smile of approval which generated a wonderful surge of pleasure. Keen to continue this newly discovered and simulating activity, travesti ankara we moved to the lounge area where we found a somewhat secluded sofa. I sat crossed legged displaying a fair amount of naked thigh until the bar steward arrived and took our drinks order. While he was away, Dave confirmed what I already knew. The steward had been openly staring at my legs. Then as if reading my thoughts, Dave suggested he seemed the type who would unwittingly participate, and enrich this adventurous experience. So now taking things a little further I toyed with the edge of my crossover, so when I leaned forward most of my aroused left nipple would undoubtedly show. The sexual tension between us escalated while we continued with our sexy dialogue and eagerly anticipated his return. He returned a few minutes later and placed our drinks on the table in front of us. It was now or never. I casually leaned forward, knowing full well I was presenting my complete left breast for him. As Dave fumbled for the exact payment, his gaze blatantly lingered on my rather obvious exposure. It was while Dave teased me about the thrill we just experienced that I saw some work colleagues at the bar which cooled things slightly. Not wanting to cause any embarrassment, I covered up before they spotted us and came over. We chatted with them for a while. They were nice enough, but not the company we wanted that night. I sensed that Dave was as cheesed off with this intrusion as was I, so after a few minutes we made some excuses and left. Dave pulled me into a doorway for a long deep lingering kiss, and ran his hand under the fold of my dress. As his hand delved between my legs, I just had to stop him. I just wanted to savour this amazing arousal for as long as possible. Reluctantly, he moved his hand to play with the waistband on my panties, then whispered he wanted to remove them before we arrived at the nearby wine bar. Almost melting with the intensity of the moment, how could I refuse such a sexy request? Fuck! I felt so vulnerable, but also unbelievably sexy as the cool evening air caressed the slick wetness seeping from my recently shaved mound.

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