Hi. My name is Bill and I live in a large town in the north of England. I'm 35 years old and I have this urge to share some of the fantastic experiences I have had with you. Some might call it a confession, but I don't agree with that definition because I have no regrets for the things I have done. In fact they were all rather enjoyable! I will start with a recent occurrence as it is fresh in the mind, but I look forward to regaling you with some of my earlier actions at a later date.
Last weekend my wife was feeling somewhat under the weather, and so I decided to take our two boys out for the afternoon to give her chance to rest and recuperate. I took the boys to the local indoor play centre and sat down at a table in the cafe area to enjoy a latte and a piece of cake whilst they played. It was a relatively busy day there with plenty to look at whilst I relaxed. After a short while a young lady of about 25 came up to me and asked me if she could sit at my table as all the others were full. I agreed on the basis of the fact she was cute!
She introduced herself as Melanie and we got chatting. It turns out she was 26 and had recently left her long-term partner. She was now a single mum of 2 girls. She'd come out to the play centre to get a break from the incessant nagging that childcare brings. Whilst we were chatting I got a better chance to check her out. She was blonde, with medium length hair that had been cut really well. She wore a small amount of make-up - just enough to enhance her natural features. She was quite tall, and slim, but had some very nice looking curves in all the right places. I'd have guessed she was a C cup - a nice handful. She was wearing a really tight flowery top and low-slung jeans. The two didn't meet in the middle exposing a couple of inches of creamy white flesh.
After chatting for a while I started to notice that from time to time she was grimacing. I didn't want to seem too forward, but in the end I decided to bite the bullet and ask her what the problem was. I was expecting her to say she had a sore back or something like that. Imagine my surprise when she explained that she was having real problems with her bra. She explained that the wire in her bra was poking out of the cup slightly and irritating her skin. I decided that nothing was gained without venturing and offered to take a look for her. Immediately she agreed and said she'd just have to go and take it off, asking me to watch her kids playing for a few minutes. Of course, this was agreed to without hesitation.
A few moments later she returned with her unfettered chest beautifully framed by the tightness of her top. I could tell she was a little aroused by being braless because her nipples were poking out through the stretched material. I could feel my shaft starting to swell in my trousers as she passed me her bra. I've always been one for braless boobs, and this was no exception. All sorts of thoughts started entering my head, but for now the focus was on actually doing something to try and help Melanie out.
I quickly established that the wire on the left cup was slightly bent and had actually worn through the material slightly. I carefully did my best to return it to its original shape, but the wire was still exposed because of the damage to the material. Thankfully the reception desk had a roll of duck-tape and gave me a piece that I could use to fix the problem temporarily. Just as I was finishing off I made sure I got a peek at the label to see she was wearing a 34C. I handed back the offending article and she seemed impressed.
At that moment there was a crisis with one of her girls having taken a bit of a fall. She was fine but needed a cuddle. Melanie stuffed her bra into her coat pocket to comfort the child. My boys then decided they wanted some attention too and dragged me off to the play equipment. Melanie decided to come too. We spent a good hour clambering around the equipment with our kids and I got some lovely views of her unencumbered boobs through her tight top as she crawled and bounced around the room. At the end of the session she suggested that we all went back to her house as our kids were enjoying playing together so much. I readily agreed to this and we got in our cars and drove over.
The kids were obviously very tired by now so we popped them in front of the TV and went into the other room to chat. Melanie excused herself and said she needed to change quickly because she was feeling pretty warm. I was quite glad of the opportunity to adjust my jeans as things had got a little constricted in there from the show earlier. I was fully expecting Melanie to return more suitably clothed. As it was I got a big surprise when she walked back into the room. She was wearing a white strappy top that clearly showed she was still braless. I could quite clearly see the slightly darker circles of her areola and her nipples were standing to attention nicely. She also had on a short, loose, black skirt. I got a nice view of her legs and they looked fabulous. Really shapely, and very long, and so creamy white and smooth. I longed to run my hands up and down them. My shaft immediately sprung back to attention leaving, what I thought must be a very visible bulge.
Melanie flopped down on the sofa next to me and drew up her legs, letting her skirt ride even further up, allowing me to see even more of her gorgeous skin. She told me she had just checked on the kids and they'd all fallen asleep. Then she started to thank me for fixing her bra. I said it was nothing, but she insisted explaining that I didn't understand. She wasn't so bothered about the fact I'd fixed it, more the offer to fix it, forcing her to remove it. She explained that she'd had a really enjoyable time without it on. It had felt so good and given her a thrill. In particular she enjoyed the way that folks had been watching her, me in particular. She went on to say that she had always had a hidden desire to experiment like that but had never picked up the courage. Then she asked me if I'd enjoyed what I'd seen. I explained that I had done, and explained my penchant for women with little or no underwear on.
This brought a sassy little smile to her lips and she asked me if I could do her a favour. I agreed and she leant in to my ear and whispered that she's like me to pop to the toilet and remove my boxers. If I did she would tell me a little secret. I was surprised where this was going but I wasn't about to say no, so I slipped out to the loo and took my underwear off. I did my jeans back up again making sure my now pulsating member was carefully positioned so as not to get strained. I stuffed the boxers into my pocket and went back to Melanie. She was still on the sofa, but as soon as I sat down she got up and went over to the stereo, bending at the waste to switch on some music. The result was another great view of those legs. I had to work really hard not to ravish her there and then!
She sashayed back to the sofa and I was sure she was trying to make her boobs bounce a little as she went. She sat back down next to me, closer than before, and drew up those wonderful legs again. She leant in and placed an arm around my shoulder and put her lips close to my ear. In sultry tones she started to explain that like me she had a thing for people with no underwear on. With her hand rubbing my shoulder she then dropped the bombshell on me that she'd removed her panties earlier when she got changed. She said they were a little damp and had become uncomfortable to wear.
