It was a Friday evening and we had gone out for supper with friends, after which we decided to stop off at a local pub to do some dancing and have a few drinks. The other couple, Ingrid and Tom, were simply friends. Yes, it is the same Tom that enjoys parking his compact in my wife's garage most nights.
When we arrived at the pub we sat at a booth and before long the place had filled to the brim with regular pub goers. Natasha asked Tom to dance and so off they went onto the dance floor, shedding their coats as they got up from the booth. Natasha was dressed quite plainly to be honest, a pair of jeans and a sheer navy blue blouse. As it happened, the combination of the blouse and the lighting in the pub, all black lights, caused Natasha's bra to glow from underneath the sheer material. It was truly remarkable to see how bright her bra shone through the blouse.
When Natasha returned from the dance floor I told her about the issue the lighting was causing, to which she told me she knew just how to fix the problem. She excused herself from the booth and left for the ladies room. She returned a few minutes later with her bra in her purse. This now caused a whole different situation for her as the navy blue sheer material virtually became invisible under the black lights of the pub which meant that Natasha's breasts were out front for all to see. I don't believe Nat was expecting this outcome and I know I certainly wasn't, although I wasn't complaining either.
We were probably the oldest couple, at 33, in the place that night, but Natasha had the body of a young woman even after 3 pregnancies. Her breasts were small, 34B, but they were still quite perky. As she sat back down I told her how her breasts could be seen by everyone in the pub and she shrugged it off, asking me if I minded people looking at her, to which I answered, "What a silly question Nat. You could strip naked here and I would be just fine with it. You know me."
Nat generally had a comeback for everything and this time was no different. "Perhaps I should go on the dance floor, strip naked and have people pay to slow dance with me. What would you think of that Boris?"
"Sounds like fun although it could land you jail, so maybe leave it with everyone here getting to see your tits." We smiled at each other knowing full well that the idea was making us both excited.
She then pointed out that most everyone had already seen her breasts when she walked from the Ladies Room back to our booth, so what would be the point in putting the bra back on.
Shortly thereafter, Tom asked her to dance again and up they went with her sweet little breasts bouncing for all to see and enjoy. As they danced, Ingrid asked me if Natasha realized that everyone could see her breasts and I acknowledged that she knew and was fine with it. " I told her about it Ingrid and she was fine with it. It wasn't something that bothered her." I could tell that Ingrid was more concerned about Natasha's exhibition than any of the rest of us, including the rest of the pub patrons. Tom was certainly enjoying seeing Nat's breasts and I was in seventh heaven seeing my wife get back to her exhibitionist self that she had left behind once we had kids. Wide-eyed, smiling patrons, both guys and gals, were getting up and walking past our booth on a regular basis to get a good look at Nat's seemingly naked torso.
