From the Start:
Driving around on a Sunday afternoon somewhere between Dallas and Ft. Worth on Highway 114 in around 1969. Driving around surely exhibits being raised in the country where just driving around was the objective for many a Sunday afternoon. First wife and I were just kicking back, relaxing and enjoying the bright sunny autumn day in north Texas.
My beautiful, slender and sexy wife seemed to enjoy playing sexually almost as much as I did. So I had no qualms about suggesting she take you bra off while we were riding around.
She said," Someone might see me."
"Naw, no one can see inside the car (68 Cougar)."
"Things like this scare me," she says looking around in all directions to see if anyone is near us on the highway.
"What are you scared of?" I say.
"I don't know. You know doing something like that in public, out in the open, in the car, you know." She says.
"Isn't that kind of exciting now that you are thinking about it?"
"I don't understand! You act like it would be OK for someone to see me."
"Hmmm, not only OK but I would find it terribly exciting. For someone else to know how lucky I am to have someone as good looking and sexy as you."
"Oh, how sweet." She says leaning over to kiss me on the cheek. Which allows me to reach up and pinch her nipple through her top and bra. "Euww, that feels good."
"See if you had taken you bra off already it would have felt even better."
Again, looking all around, she smiles, leans back against the door in deep contemplation.
"You know I can help you take off your bra without ever taking off your blouse."
"Ohh, you think so, do you?"
"I know so!"
"Show me, then."
"Lean forward."
She complies. I reach around to her back and unclasp her bra.
"Opps!" she cries grabbing her breasts with both hands, as they swing free.
"Ok now you gotta move your hand if you are going to let me do this."
Smiling slyly she removes her hands from her breasts.
I reach in to her sleeve closest to me and pull her bra strap down her arm. Then I gently pull the strap over her elbow and off her wrist and hand. Again she moves to grab her breast again.
"Now, now don't be grabbing those beautiful tits again."
She smiles and drops her hands back into her lap.
I ask her to turn and face me. When she does this, I reach up her other sleeve, grab the other bra strap and pull the bra free from her blouse. In one motion I hang the bra on the rear view mirror. Confusion is apparent, unsure whether to grab her boobs or her bra, she finally covers her nipples with her right hand and grabs the bra with the left hand. "I don't believe you, sometimes."
As she rolls her bra up and starts to put it in her purse, I check out her nipples. As I thought they would be, they were hard as rocks and very obvious under the thin blouse with no bra to cover them. "I see you are enjoying this also."
"What, what do you mean?"
"Your nipples look great trying to poke holes through your blouse now that you do not have a bra to cover them up."
Looking down, growing red and again reaching up to cover her nipples she looks at me and asks, "Do you really like the way they look?"
"Absolutely! If I had my way you would never ever wear a bra again in this lifetime."
"I couldn't do that!"
"Why not?"
"Everybody would know that I was not wearing a bra."
"And what, my beautiful, sexy wife, would be wrong with that."
"Well..., well..., I don't know. I know taking my bra off has already starting to make me horny."
"How wonderful. Because I have had a hard-on since we started talking about taking your bra off."
"Really?" She reaches over and grabs my swollen cock. "Why don't you take me home and use that thing on me?"