All characters in this work of fiction are over 18. This work can stand on its own, but reading the previous chapters will give you context for some of the situations.
A Little Knowledge...
Wednesday
Her nipple - I was dying to see her nipple. Had she "mutilated" one of her bras to let her nipple poke through into that jersey-like dress? My dick stayed partially inflated in anticipation - but she had chosen to wear a vest this morning, dang it!
Then, in answer to my prayer, a little gust of wind caught her vest, and there, indeed, was her left nipple, poking out ever so stiffly through the soft cloth of her dress. Becky caught my stare and gave me a bit of a smile as she pulled the vest back over her magnificent mammary. I brushed some "lint" off the front of my pants, causing her to smile a bit more as she caught the edge of the vest and gave it another tug. I had to think that her nipple got another rub in the process. Then, unbidden, the lyrics from "Lady Godiva" came to mind: "All the cats who dig striptease, Praying for a little breeze..." Then, on cue, another puff of air revealed her right nipple, equal in stiffness to her left nip. Awesome!
Then, with her nipples hidden, I lost myself in thought, wondering how many nipple orgasms she would have today - and how much I would enjoy hearing about her nipple adventures this evening! All she had to do was reach under the vest and find her nearly bare nipple, and, I was sure, she'd be off to the races!
I had seen Becky's nipples poking through a bra and whatever top she was wearing many times in the past. But the protuberance of her nipples today suggested only one thing - that she had, indeed, cut holes at the end of the cups so that her nipples jutted out into the open (or, as she waited for the train, at least her stiff nubbins were only covered by a single layer of cloth. Plus the vest, of course.)
I gave her mental kudos for coming up with using a vest to hide her bulging nipples rather than using a handkerchief or tissues, as I'd suggested the night before. With the vest, she could sit at her desk (the AC was now on, so the office was a bit cool, justifying the vest) and reach under it to give her nipples a massage whenever the opportunity arose. As I fought to avoid problems of my dick arising, I looked forward to our evening rendezvous. We had decided the previous evening not to sit together on the train, going or coming, so that we could relay our day's stories while mutually masturbating at her place.
Once again, I had a long, hard day at the lab. But when I got home, I raided my own stash of hidden women's clothing. While Becky had kept Phil from finding her crop tops and short skirts by hiding them in a vent, I, too, had acquired a small set of lady's apparel that my wife Rachel, to my disappointment, had declined to wear - they "just weren't her." I kept them hidden behind my (generally unused) stack of jockey shorts. But based on my two evenings with Becky, I had high hopes that she would indulge me! I stuffed them into a bag and made my way over to her apartment, my commando dick wobbling around in my shorts as I tried to control my libido. I carried something for dinner, but I've lost track of what it was - my mind can only hold so many mammaries - I mean, memories!
I knocked and entered, rounding the corner to find my Becky "dressed" in another very short skirt and a button-down blouse that was undone to her navel. The inner edges of her DD cup bosoms bulged into the opening. "Hello, 'dear,' how was your day?" she oozed in greeting, giving her braless boobs a delightful little shake.
"I'm sure I don't have to tell you, but it was long and hard," I replied, "But things are definitely looking up," I quipped as I allowed my prick to fully inflate. Down blouse views of naked tits are one of my many turn-ons.
"What's in the bag?" she queried.
"Oh, just some props, in case you were willing to give me a bit of a fashion show."
"Ohh, I bet I'm going to like that," she said, giving both of her bosoms a quick rub. Just then, the microwave beeped. "I trust you like melted shredded cheese on crackers," she said, bringing the hors d'oeuvres to the table. Two generous rum and Kahluas were already in place. "I think these were featured at New Year's," she concluded while sitting down on my right. Her blouse gaped open, giving me a fabulous view of her braless right bosom, all the way down to her very stiff nipple.
"My favorite," I replied, "although you could feed me garlic cloves so long as I can feast my eyes on your melons. And, gawd, that stiff nipple! So, how was
your
day," I asked, never taking my eyes off her naked, well-rounded bosom.
"Oh, you know, same old same old," she said while downing a cheese and cracker and giving me a sidelong smile. I glanced at her pretty face as she slowly and seductively slid the whole cracker into her mouth, licking her fingers. And that's when I noticed her red fingernails. I'd never seen her with nail polish before.
"Your nails - when did you do that?"
"The red polish? Well, as I was bouncing my boobs around downtown, showing off my stiff nipples, I spotted a pretty girl leaning against a post holding an unlit cigarette, and her fingernails were this bright, bright red. I slowed down and looked at her hands and was captivated by the color, and the contrast with her white hands. I thought her hands looked so sexy! She got uncomfortable when I stopped to stare, so she explained, 'This cigarette is just a prop - I'm giving up these cancer sticks, but it's taking some time, and this helps - a little.' I told her that was great and that I was really just intrigued by her sexy nails. She relaxed at that and told me the color and where she bought it, and I just couldn't resist. Phil doesn't like polish, but I figure I can remove it before he comes home. What do you think? I can take it off if you don't like it..."
"Becky, if you discount my fascination with big boobs and stiff nipples, the only fetish you could say I have is with red nail polish - especially when those painted nails are roaming around a naked bosom." My Rachel wears a similar color, and it does drive me wild when her red nails are playing around with her nipples - but I wasn't going to bring her into the conversation.
"Oh, my - you mean like this?" she asked with a seductive smile while pulling her right bosom fully into the open. Her nipple got even stiffer as she cupped her tender tittie and moved her slender fingers slowly up and around the succulent orb.
I was captivated by the scene and quickly fished my now stiff prick out of my shorts. "God, that's a dream for me," I enthused. "Now, if you were to squeeze that tender nipple between the ends of two of your fingers... Oh, my... You have no idea how erotic I find that!"
"I don't know, but I think I'm seeing pretty 'hard evidence' to the fact that you really like seeing my red nails around my stiff nipple nearly as much as I do," she replied, spending at least part of her time looking at her own nipple, sandwiched as it was between her digits, while spending the rest of her time watching me stroke my dick.
"Or, how about if I strum my nipple between all of my fingers?" she intoned, while doing just that. A moment later, she picked up the pace until her nipple was just a blur popping up between those sexy, sexy red fingernails. "Ohhhh - sweet nipple orgasm! I didn't expect to start this fast tonight - but I'm not complaining!"
"Oh, if I could only be multi-orgasmic like you, I'd be dropping a puddle of semen on the floor right now," I said, while releasing my tool before going too far.
"Crap, where were we?" I continued, regaining my composure. "Just starting to discuss your day, weren't we? 'Same old same old,' is that how you described it? I think so, and I was going to say, if the last two days are the yardstick, then do tell, do tell."
"Right - back to my day. So, I'm guessing that you figured out that I did, in fact, 'mutilate' one of my bras."
I nodded, while still admiring her right bosom, which she was still clutching, toying with her nipple, while I also was checking out the left nipple, which roved around, tenting different areas of that side of her blouse. I restarted massaging my tool.
To my disappointment, she let go of her boob to take a sip of her drink, but her blouse was still nicely opened up, affording me a fabulous view of her pendulous tit, the stiff nipple swaying back and forth with her movements. "I guess to start from the beginning, whenever I woke up in the night, I kept thinking about your suggestion of cutting holes in my bra for my nipples to poke through. I even dreamed about walking through the office with nothing but a bra like that on, but it was like no one could see my nipples! I'd play with my nipples right in front of the boss, but he paid no attention - weird, but hot at the same time.
"Anyway, I woke up at 6 and couldn't get back to sleep. I tried giving myself a nipple orgasm - or maybe two - but that just seemed to intensify my level of horniness. So, I got up and used my fingernail scissors to actually do the job. Then, I put the bra on and just walked back and forth in front of the mirror admiring how stiff my nipples were and how much my nips pointed out beyond the smooth contours of the bra cups. It was so hot! But when I tried putting a handkerchief or tissue in the holes, it really killed the vibe.
"But then I went to my closet and started to choose an outfit when bingo! I came across the dress and vest outfit you saw me in. And the rest of the day just turned magical.
I
knew that my nipples were out, rubbing against that soft dress whenever I moved around, but the vest protected me from prying eyes in the office. I was thankful, for once, to have some fairly mindless stuff to do today, including reviewing some contracts. I gave those documents a very, very thorough review - most of the time with my arms crossed while I stared at the screen and quietly played with both of my nipples under the vest." I continued my dick massage, which definitely had her attention. Almost absent mindedly, her hand found its way back to her bosom, where she resumed a slow assault on her tit flesh, erotically rubbing its very stiff nipple with those red finger tips.
She seemed lost in thought for a moment, or at least lost in the reverie of recalling rubbing her nipples through her dress while now rubbing both of naked nipples, although one hand was hidden by her blouse from my view. "So how was your lunch break?" I prompted.
"Oh, god, was it hot! I mean, you know how warm it was at lunch time, right?" I nodded, rubbing my boner with a bit more fervor in anticipation of the next part of the story. "Well, what that meant was that, as soon as I got outside the building, there was clearly no need for the vest. So, I quickly took it off and had a good long stroll around downtown. My nipples were
