I have to confess I've never worn panties out in the yard when it's warm in years. It's my bit of rebellion over a controlling husband. Al's always been a guy whose word was law. Fine by me as a matter of fact. My girlfriends couldn't believe the way I ran around doing what he told me to do. It's unusual I know but I quite like it. My Dad was controlling over my Mom and my sisters so I'm used to it.
But I said I need to have a little rebellion now and again. The only thing I cannot ever rebel against is the way I grow my bush. When we first got married Al preferred my pussy to have no hair as all and he used to regularly shave me so I was bare. Even when I had the kids he wanted it the same way. Now he likes me to have a full hairy bush. We are still sexually active so he would know if I ever took scissors or a razor to it. Not that I would. My cunt is my husband's to govern. If he wants it hairy it stays that way. So what if on the beach my pubic hair pokes outside my swimsuit, I've gotten used to it and if I'm honest its nice having people stare at my pubes.
Anyway as I said I never wear panties in the yard when I'm doing chores. I work part-time in a nursing home, at nights so my days are free. I don't know many of our neighbors because they all work full-time. Mr Gladstone next door has just retired and we usually chat daily over the fence. He was a teacher at the local high school and was widowed years ago. Al sometimes plays pool with him. He's a nice guy but quiet.
Even if I don't wear panties I'm usually respectably dressed. However recently, I've started leaving my bra off and well as my panties. My tits are 40dd and still full and heavy if a little saggy. I have trouble getting comfortable bras to wear all day so it's nice to leave them off. I get home and go and change. I slip the straps of my bra down my arms and unhook the clasp, allowing the garment to fall down under the weight of my breasts. Then I massage each huge globe in my hands for a couple minutes. It a little routine I've devised and find it very relaxing.
Anyway as I said, I wear very little at home in the yard some days. Usually it's shorts and a loose top. My current favourite is a low-cut scooped neckline dress in a light cotton material. With buttons all the way through, it's very cooling and easy to wear. I saw it on sale in a store one day and decided to purchase it. When you've got big heavy tits like mine dresses that fit are difficult to find. I was wearing it one day when I was chatting to Stan Gladstone. I've noticed him looking at my breasts a few times and today wasn't any different.
"Have you heard from your sons?" he asked conversationally.
"Only when they need dough." I laughed. They were all doing pretty well for themselves but still needed a financial lift-up sometimes.
"Do they come home much?"
"About once a year if we're lucky. Al's still strict with them so they find it a little tough being here."
"Do you mind him being so controlling?" He had an odd tone in his voice as he asked me and looked at me intently.
I shrugged. "No, I'm used to it. It would feel strange if he allowed me to do as I wished. I'd think he was ill."
"Not many woman would stand for their husbands telling them what to wear."
"It's ok really. He's more lenient than he used to be. I could only wear certain colours and styles at one time. He used to choose all my clothes for me." I must admit Al wouldn't be happy with the dress I'm wearing. He likes to see me all buttoned up.
"Did he choose that dress?"
I looked down at it. "No, I saw it at the store and liked it. I don't wear it around him. It stays in the back of the closet most of the time. He wouldn't be happy for me to wear it outside the house."
"Why not? It's perfectly respectable. Unless you intend to undo a few buttons and allow us interested guys to see some of your mountainous bountiful cleavage some day!" He said it in a joking voice but looked at me intently as he spoke.
I blushed and laughed but was excited by his words. The thought of some strange guys looking down the front of my dress was arousing to me. I shook my head, "No, I couldn't go down to the store and let guys ogle me!"
"Why not? Supposing I came with you? So you wouldn't be on your own!"
I gasped, "I couldn't! Suppose I saw someone I knew? Or Al knew?"
"Then go outside town. You're amenable to the idea of letting some strange guy look down the front of your dress though?"
I was, very much so. I could feel myself getting a tingle between my legs at the thought of it. "I'd have to think about it" I stalled. It was exciting to think about but I was nervous about the whole thing.
Stan shrugged. "What's to think about? My car's out front, we can be away in five minutes."
He had given me two minutes to get ready. That meant pulling a scarf over my hair and finding my sunglasses. I'd also pulled some panties on and stuffed a bra in my bag. suppose we had an accident, how was I to explain my panty-less state? We headed for the next city about 50 minutes ride away. We didn't speak much on the way. I was too nervous and keyed up to conduct a conversation.
Stan parked the car and we walked into the Mall. My shades didn't look out of order, as it was open and very sunny. We looked in various store windows until I felt a little more relaxed. We decided on a coffee. I went into the restroom and after some hesitation, undid two buttons. The material was so light that the heavy buttons dragged the material down and back exposing a lot of flesh. Stan beamed his approval as I went back to the table.
I found I liked his approval. A couple of guys glanced over at me as we sat talking; they were drinking in my cleavage. "There, not too bad is it?" Stan enquired.
"Noooo." I parried, not willing to admit I liked it.
Stan smirked and, reaching over, slipped another button undone. I was more on show than ever and loved it. He had done it very naturally and had managed to brush his hand over my breast. My nipples had puckered in response and were pushing themselves out through the material.
"What size are you?" he enquired. He'd slipped his arm across the back of the chair and under my neckline; his fingers had pushed one side off my shoulders a little. If anyone were wondering if I was wearing a bra, my exposed shoulder would have confirmed I wasn't.
"40dd" I replied a little breathlessly. There was a middle-aged woman openly staring at Stan and me from across the coffee shop. It made me feel a little thrilled and wet.
"I knew you were big, Tina, but not that big." He slipped the front of my dress down further exposing even more of my breast. I sat there sipping my coffee while my neighbour exposed me to anyone who passed and I did nothing to stop him. Stan stood up. "Come on, time to go."
"Why? I was just enjoying this." I couldn't keep the disappointment out of my voice.
"I know but that's enough in here for today. I want you to want to do it again and go further".
"Further?"
He smirked. "A lot further. Come on."
We went back to the car. A lot of the cars had gone but there were still people about. Stan smiled, "Before you show those lovelies to the world I think you'd better show them to me don't you?"
He had turned to look at me. "If you don't do it voluntarily, Tina, I'll do it for you. Come on show me properly what you've been teasing me with for weeks." He was right I had been giving him teasing glimpses of my tits.
"I-I can't!" I exclaimed gesturing to the people passing by. But before he unlocked the car he gestured to a small office were a security man sat watching.
"In there!" he said, pushing me in front of him. The room was small and the big black security guard filled most of it. "Hi Tom, I've brought you a little reward for not arresting us for the show my lady companion gave back there."
