It was an unusually warm, sunny November day in the south with a high in the 80's. My husband and I decided to spend the day together shopping and having "fun" in a nearby small town known for its cute shops and interesting items. As a southern raised lady, I've always been very shy about nudity, but my husband loves it when we show off my large, natural 38DD tits to others. Over the years we had a number of very exciting experiences, so I looked forward to these days of play. I chose to wear a short, summer dress that plunges very low between my breasts showing plenty of cleavage and was held on my shoulders by two thin straps. Underneath the summer dress I wore no bra. I convinced myself the straps would show and the low-cut back would display the back of the bra, so the dress really could not be worn with bra. I thought that during our day I could "unknowingly" let the straps slide off my shoulders resulting in me innocently showing my breasts to others.
After a couple of hours of shopping with some "accidental" strap slips that left me a little exposed at times, we decided to get something to eat at a local pizza restaurant. To this point my bravery had prevented much exposure because as the strap slid and the dress dipped, I would grab it just in time to keep my nipples hidden. Given the beautiful warm, sunny day, I asked the hostess at the pizza restaurant for a seat outside in the patio area. This outside area was adjacent to a busy street with many shoppers walking nearby. I thought that with a glass of wine or two, I might become "unaware" of my dress slipping and end up showing my breasts more to please my hubby.
The hostess sat us at a table nestled towards one end of the patio area. There was a larger group of both men and women obviously on a lunch break from work sitting at the table next to us, so I sat with my back facing to them. This meant I was facing the street with only one table, that was currently open, between us and the sidewalk. I was happy when a younger, male waiter stopped at our table to take our order. As the waiter stood at our table, I ordered a glass of wine and, holding my menu up, I slid the strap off my left shoulder so that it could begin to fall off my shoulder and down my arm. My husband noticed immediately as I caught his gaze staring at my ample cleavage and a hint of one areola. When the waiter left to get our drinks, my husband whispered to me, "that's hot and I think our waiter may pay us a lot of attention now".
Sure enough, in moments the waiter came back by to drop off some parmesan at our table (we had not even ordered yet) and then came back again very quickly to drop our drinks off. I giggled when he returned once more to drop silverware at the table. He had come to the table four times in about four-five minutes and each time he made sure to stop between me and my husband and leaned over facing me to put things on the table. When he came back moments later to take our order, I had rewarded him by sliding the other strap off my shoulder and now my dress was just hanging likely caught on my large, very hard nipples barely still hidden from view. As he wrote down our order and made numerous suggestions, he stood right behind me leaning over my shoulder definitely trying to get a full look at my naked breasts.
After we ordered the hostess came walking by leading three men dressed in business casual attire to the table in front of me. They appeared to be in their thirties and work colleagues from the conversation and their clothes. One of the three men sat with his back towards me, but the other two sat across the round patio table from him with one man sitting directly facing me. I noticed my husband frown a little at their arrival likely assuming my flashing would end with the additional audience. I quickly finished the remaining wine and adjusted in my seat which allowed the second strap to slide a little more down my arm. At this point my dress had slipped very low showing most of the top half of both breasts and even more cleavage down the middle. I noticed both nipples were barely covered at this point. My husband told me that he liked what he saw as he reached to adjust his growing cock in his pants.
Our waiter again returned to ask us if we needed anything else so I ordered another glass of wine. He reached across me to pick up the empty glass and I felt him brush lightly across my shoulder. He then lingered at the table with us searching for some small talk while his eyes moved overtly up and down my mostly exposed tits. Enjoying his attention, I did not cover them back up or return the straps to my shoulders; I just sat and allowed him to enjoy the view.
After the waiter had left the table, I noticed the man that was sitting at the next table facing me continued to glance my way; he was clearly watching me without trying to seem obvious. I could feel his look, but initially refused to return the glare. My husband also noticed the man watching and mentioned it to me.
After a few minutes sitting there with most of my breasts on display, I became more comfortable with my exposure. The waiter brought our food and we began eating. Occasionally I would adjust my position a little or the wind would pick up and my dress would slip down more allowing one of my nipples to come completely into view for a split second. When this happened, I would take my time to grab my strap and replace it without ever completely putting it back all the way on my shoulder. This would always result in the strap immediately falling down my arm again leaving me on the verge of being topless.
