{This story is from several years back, when Ted was still with us. He is gone now, but the memories remain.}
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This all started when I decided to tease my husband Ted a little on an outing to a local park.
He always liked me to dress to please, this meant thin tops and tight shorts, bare legs.
Being taller than most women, and thin, I usually wear pullover tops. There is no reason at all for me to wear a bra, except for the fact that if I do get turned on, my nipples create very large and obvious bumps in the top.
But this day was hot, I selected a more breezy button up top, loose in the armpits. I grabbed a pair of cutoff jeans, they are also a bit loose on my thin fanny. I had the legs cut high, and the crotch was very narrow, only the seam left.
I could wear the outfit in public if I kept my legs together. If I got just a little careless half of me would pop right out of one side or the other. I don't own panties, and I was looking forwards to Ted reaching up and tickling me all day long like he usually does.
We both delight in being naughty in public.
We went to the park, hand in hand we followed the asphalt path out to a point that looks out over the Columbia River. It was beautiful, 80°, little wind, one of those days when it is great to be outside and alive.
Ted slipped his arm over my shoulder, fingertips brushing my nipple though my blouse as we watched the boats far below cruise back and forth. Not a soul around, birds chirping, chipmunks running around trying to beg from us.
Wonderful, and my man holding me close topped it all. I shuddered as his fingers knowingly brushed my nipples again. Ted has the ability to get me upright and ready to go at a moment's notice. I leaned into him, basking in the feelings.
"Want to take some pictures?" he asked, knowing my answer.
I went and sat on the rock wall, striking my best profile, head back, hair hanging back, chin uptilted. He snapped a couple of shots, then had me move over to the grass and lie down.
It was so warm, I was getting into it. Stretching out on the soft grass was making me feel all fuzzy, I knew my long muscular legs looked good.
"Open up a little, Hon." he said.
"Oh, you want a beaver shot, huh?" I giggled.
I opened my legs a bit, heard Ted snap a couple, then feeling naughty I reached up and tripped a couple of buttons on my blouse. The loose blouse complied nicely, gapping in the front, I reached up and helped it open to the edge of my nipples.
More snaps, I sat up and turned, letting the top fall away, baring my right breast to the lens.
Ted was first up close, then more pictures as he moved away some. I turned this way and that, teasing him with him trying to get a risque shot, me keeping it close but not quite.
"How about a couple topless?" Ted asked.
I slid the top, now unbuttoned to the very last button, off my shoulders. Both breasts bared to the camara, I arched my back as my nipples crinkled up and extended to their full half inch.
Ted often teases me that he can hang his coat on my titties if he gets me going, which really isn't a hard thing to do.
"Open your legs a little?" he asked again.
