I know, how about we go out to dinner. There is a nice little restaurant nearby with a corner booth, lets try that place tonight, OK? Hope you like seafood!
Let's see if we can get a secluded little table out of the way or even better than that, the corner booth.
So when we arrive I take you by the hand to the threshold of the restaurant with the lovely little old red door. We are greeted by a lovely server who guides us across the room to a small booth tucked into a corner, lovely. Perfect.
Let's have a look at the menu.
I do not presume to order for a lady. I have heard the Tomato Pie with Shrimp is to die for I might have that for starters and then the Grouper. Dessert, well I have you in mind for that.
We place our orders with the waitress and sit and chat, nice and relaxed. You have that cheeky look in your eye. What are you up to?
You have a lovely loose top on, very summery and a nice flowing skirt, I love to see you in a blouse and skirt. Floral blouse and a plain A line light coloured skirt.
We are sitting at 45 degrees to each other in our little booth, very private, very secluded. You keep fidgeting with the neckline of your top. I do not know what they call those types of neckline but anyway it is an elasticised sort of semi circle shoulder to shoulder. You still have that cheeky glint in your eye, really - what are you up to?
The waitress comes over to take our order and I get a bottle of wine to share as well. I like white particularly Sauvignon Blanc, so I will order that.
You keep fiddling with the neckline of your top pulling it out and away from your chest. finally it twigs. You cheeky bugger, you do not have a bra on. I am so slow on the uptake, how in the hell had I not noticed before? Good on me!
How did I miss that, I still cannot believe it. I can normally spot a braless cutie a mile away and here you are sitting next to me.
'Did you get dressed in a hurry.' I inquire with a smirk?
'I have no idea what you mean.' You say cheekily as you continue to twist the neckline of your blouse.
'You know exactly what I mean!' Playing along
'No I don't.' You say, at the same time pulling down the neckline of your blouse to show me your cleavage.
'Right!' I say as I slide seductively into the corner closer to you.
You instantly release your blouse and scoot over away from me to stay out of my reach.
'You stay on your side and I will stay on mine.' you say like a little school girl.
Ok so that is how it is going to be is it. Hmmmm.
Just then the wine waiter comes along with our wine, if he had been just one second earlier he would have seen more of you than I think you realise. Well maybe you do realise, I notice your face redden nicely. A little embarrassed are we?
Hmmm, a little embarrassed, or a little bare arsed?
Now I am really wondering what else I might have missed tonight when we were getting ready to go out was it only your bra that you forgot?
The waiter leaves after pouring our wine and I nod my head in his direction and say 'I think he had a lovely view.'
'He did not see anything, I am always discrete and lady-like.' You say but I can tell by the deepening shade of red on your face that you might be wondering exactly what he did get to see.
We sit and chat and sip our wine with you relentlessly teasing me pulling out your top and slyly pulling your neckline down into your cleavage, until our waitress arrives with our starters.
The course is lovely and after the plates have been cleared we sit and chat and I can see you are emboldened by the wine as your teasing intensifies as now, not only are you showing off your cleavage but you are drawing your blouse to one side to reveal one of your nipples.
You are very bold tonight, I do not think I have ever seen you like this. I do like it though, I like it a lot.
You have one arm across your chest to obscure your flashing from any random passerby but I have a clear plain view from my position of your nipple now out of your blouse under your wrist and you stare at me with that cheeky grin. As you love to tease me.
Over your shoulder I can see the wine waiter behind you and I just raise my glass and make eye contact with him. He is at our table in a flash (great service here) standing between us and over us so he can top up both of our glasses.
The look on your face is priceless. All at the same time, sheer terror, embarrassment, excitement. Yet all you can do is freeze as in your current position you know that your nipple is hidden from his view even if he can see the top of your breast, your only alternative would be to move and then expose yourself to slip your boob back into your blouse.
Good move, you have gone with the deer in the headlights option, freeze - nothing to see here.
Oh - the death stare, I could well be in trouble here.
The waiter seems to be taking an awful long time filling your glass. Funny that. And you see even redder than before. Oh no, I'm in sooo much trouble.
The waiter finally finishes topping up our wine and reluctantly drags himself away from our table, the cheeky bugger. :) I bet he has been having a real good look.
As soon as he has gone you tuck your lovely boob away, have I told you how much I like your nipples? Like little pencil erasers poking up proud from your breasts, I love the shape and colour of your areola and those gorgeous tiny little bumps. The colour, the shape, and the taste.
'Well that is the last time you will ever see my breast.' You say.