Sonja gained much confidence in herself, in her awareness of how sexy she was. In her new way of flirting and teasing with our male friends and acquaintances she made it quite clear to them, without actually saying so, that she would let them get between her legs if she wanted to. They would drool and look at her with longing lust, as her outfits were now sometimes scandalous, usually showing a lot of thigh, and her mouthwatering breasts were almost always loose, bra-less and impudent, under clingy, sheer blouses often unbuttoned halfway down. She loved the hot stares and smiled and joked and to tease our friends even more she would ask if her skirt was too tight or too short or if her cleavage showed too much or if her shirt was too sheer.
She particularly liked the way men reacted when she wore one of her spectacular shelf bras that only held up the bottom of her breasts, leaving the rest uncovered, with a blouse that was clingy and transparent enough to highlight their jiggle, and her nipples invariably got noticeably hard as soon as they were put on display. With see-through blouses, she would sometimes put makeup on her nipples! I once got her a smaller B-cup bra as a gift, instead of the D-cup she was, and we both loved the way her breasts overflowed out of the undersize cups and moved naturally as if without any support, and her sheer unbuttoned blouses emphasized their every quiver and twitch. She just loved being provocative and showing off her fabulous breasts! We had a couple of real nice adventures that started because she was wearing a hot bra, but those are other stories, not this one.
We liked to go to a mall late at night when it wasn't crowded, to try out some outfits that she wouldn't dare wear elsewhere. On one particular night, she decked herself out with sexy little white cotton shorts, tight and stretchy enough for a modest camel-toe, a tiny tied up sleeveless blouse, no buttons, no bra, with her breasts snug in the tight thin cloth that allowed them complete free movement, and heeled sandals strapped halfway up her calves. Even before we entered the mall her nipples were already hard; showing off her body really aroused her. She looked deliciously slutty and almost illegal.
We were just walking around, checking out some of the people who were checking us out, and this guy comes right up to us and asks us if we would like to join a nudist club. Sonja and I look at each other and tell him that no, we really are not into nudism (we're not, we're into sex). He keeps on talking to us, and he tries not to look at Sonja's breasts too obviously as he realizes that she's not wearing a bra and from up close where he stands her nipples are conspicuous and hard and poking against the tight thin cloth, and I notice that of course they get stiffer and harder as he looks or doesn't look at them. Anyway, he soon enough lets on that he manages the mall and asks us if we want to see his office, because it has a big picture window from where we could see most of the mall. Of course, right away Sonja says we'd love to. He takes us up some stairs and Sonja goes up ahead first, purposely, I know, so we can watch her adorable ass and bare sexy legs. I'm thinking this is going to be fun!
He walks us into the office, and sure enough, there's a nice view of the whole mall from the wall to wall picture window. His huge desk chair faces the view, but what we're both watching is Sonja's gorgeous ass as she moves around looking out, with the tiny shorts deliciously snug down the crack of her ass. Every so often she turns around to us to point out something in the mall below, and her loose breasts swaying this way and that makes me wish that they would just escape already out of the flimsy little blouse.
She finally calms down and looks at the desk, and casually tells us she's never made out on a desk. As she says that, she sits right at the edge of the huge desk, opens her legs just enough for us to appreciate that there's only a wisp of cloth where her shorts cover her pussy, and leans back a little with her hands on the desk, smiling at us. She is obviously baiting him to step in between her legs, so I tell him, suggestively, that she'll lay down her ass just about anywhere she wants. She beckons him with her index finger, and she opens her thighs a little more, again teasing him to step in between them, then seductively, slowly, pulls him in, until his bulge comes tight into her crotch. They kiss, and with their mouths engaged, she undoes her blouse, freeing those succulent breasts for him, and his hands immediately go for them, palming and fondling and pulling and squeezing and toying and tugging at her erect nipples with his fingers.
