I wanted the evening to be unique. We had two good days; this last night will be the weekend finale.
Sid hadn't indicated a particular interest he wanted, and we had gone dining, showed off at the boat show, and had a sexual encounter.
I thought keeping it simple might be the best to do, so I looked through my clothes and picked out a black bra of the demi-cup variety to show the most exposure while lifting my breasts and pushing them together for maximum cleavage. To avoid getting arrested, I wore Brazilian-cut panties and covered everything with a black swimsuit cover-up. The weave of the cover-up would show my skin and allow for hot exposure.
As I applied my make-up, I reflected on my love of being an exhibitionist. I will not insinuate it was done by luck, but more of me getting turned on when men would look at me. Of course, being an early bloomer in the breast area, I knew the world was full of boob men.
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As a teenager, I found men, especially older men, would sneak peeks at me. My boobs drew their attention, and my smile had them locked in. I loved the attention!
I remember the first time I teased a man, which was unintentional. I was sitting in the food court at our local mall. I was wearing a blouse binding me, so I unbuttoned an additional button to relieve the pressure on my chest. I looked up to see a guy staring at me. Was that simple move all it took to get someone's attention? I glanced at him a few times, and he would look at me, smiling each time. The guy was too old to be interested, but his actions were a turn-on. A girlfriend was with me, and I mentioned the man's interest. We laughed at his behavior, but I secretly enjoyed it.
Angie's back was to the guy, but she said it was freaky for an old guy to be looking at teenage girls. I made a statement using words like, 'old doesn't mean he died.'
I got up to go to the restroom, and I walked by his table, and we locked eyes, and we both smiled.
From then on, I knew I wanted to be seen, especially in a sexual nature.
Leaving an extra button unfastened or allowing my skirt to slip up got me the attention I wanted.
As I matured, I developed a verbal vocabulary that solidified my naughty attitude. And it got me, Sid!
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I finished prepping for the evening and checked my look in the mirror. The thin black cover-up revealed my boldness perfectly.
I walked out to join Sid the in the courtyard and could see from his reaction he was pleased.
"Gawd, you look hot. I hope you realize you are teetering on getting arrested if we go out and you wear that."
"Baby, I'll change if you want, but tonight should be the best of our trip. We should find an upscale bar and go in as a couple, and I want to be on your arm when others see me."
I carried a black rain jacket initially but found little need for it. As we drove up to the downtown hotel, the door was opened by a valet who enjoyed watching me step out of the SUV. To tease even more, I winked at the young man. I left the jacket in the SUV.
Sid walked around the vehicle and took me by the arm to escort me into the hotel's lobby. The bar/lounge was on the mezzanine of the hotel.
Arm and arm, we walked to the elevator. I felt the eyes of others on me as we crossed the lobby; I whispered to Sid, "Honey, I feel so sexy."
We entered the bar/lounge and found seats at the horseshoe-shaped bar with high stools. I slid onto the seat, causing my cover-up to slip up to pass mid-thigh.
"I'm so proud of you. You are the most beautiful woman in the room
and every man here who has looked at you would give his right nut to be with you."
I smiled at his comment and said, "This will be fun." I could see my nipples barely concealed in the brief bra, and I knew the slightest movement would cause one of both to slip above the edge of the cups.
Sid ordered wine for both of us from the bartender. The guy tried his damndest to keep from staring at my boobs, but the deep cleavage was too much.
I looked around the bar/lounge and noticed that most other couples were in the ages of early thirties and up. All were dressed appropriately for the room.
As we chatted about the weekend, Sid mentioned how wonderful our relationship had developed. We agreed; neither could have imagined how close we had grown together.
"Honey, we have come so far so quickly. Let's remember my boldness on a dance floor started all of this. And finally, your admissions of your fantasies and me telling you nothing is out of our possibilities to make us close.
I leaned into Sid and kissed him for an extended period.
My performance drew the attention of several in the bar/lounge, and I didn't waste the opportunity to allow my breasts to escape my brassiere, and I knew both nips were exposed. Settling back on my stool, I left my hand on Sid's package.
I went to the ladies' room to tinkle and refresh my make-up, and only then did I realize my bra had fallen below my boobs, and it looked hideous. Instead of struggling with the garment the rest of the evening,
I removed the cover-up, bra, and panties to push the envelope further. Slipping the cover-up back on, I checked out my appearance. Being shaved gave me a smooth look, but my nipples, well, there was no way to hide them.
As I returned to the bar, I knew I was being watched. Damn, I loved it, and it had to be the ultimate in my exhibitionism.
"Baby, I want you to see what you can expect for the rest of your time with me.
The other patrons of the bar/lounge were whispering to their partners.
It was after nine p.m., and no one younger than 30 appeared in the bar/lounge, so I didn't worry about anyone making a scene. Well, except me!
Sid was beaming! My cover-up was now at crotch level. My lover put his forefinger on my slit and opened it slightly.
"You nasty boy!" I joked.
