One evening soon after we had started dating, my BF and I went to a nice restaurant in the city. It wasn't a large place, with maybe thirty tables. Most of them were filled when we came in, but as we lingered over our food and drinks the tables gradually thinned out. I had on a V-neck dress of a thin material, the kind that almost seemed not to be there when my BF's hands were caressing my body. We held hands through most of the meal and our talk was of a very romantic nature.
After our meal, my BF ordered brandies for us. Then I said I had to go to the ladies room. I had decided that romance was fine but that I could use a little more excitement, and thought that maybe my BF could, too. So I took off my bra and put it in my purse. I am lucky that my breasts really don't need a bra and I was only wearing this one because I thought it was pretty. Then I walked back out to our table. I looked at my BF's eyes as he watched me walking through the restaurant. I could tell that he had seen immediately that I had removed my bra. Through the thinness of the material of my dress, without the bra my nipples were now clearly apparent. My BF (and anybody else who was looking) could see my breasts move with each step I took. I found this very exciting.
I sat back down and we continued to talk and to hold hands. Eventually my BF let go of my hand and began gently to caress my breast through my dress. The sensation was indescribable, almost better than having him touch my breast without anything covering it. He continued talking with me while playing with first one, then my other breast while we finished one brandy and ordered another. Then I felt his fingers take the fabric of my dress between them. He slowly began to fold the material of my dress away from my left breast, baring more and more of it to his view. And to that of the remaining diners and the men (I looked and saw that there were only men) at the bar. I gave no indication that I realized what he was doing, but just kept on talking while he was exposing more and more of my breast.
It seemed to take forever because he was proceeding so slowly. I think he was hoping that I didn't realize what he was doing, so I wouldn't make him stop doing it. But it was exciting me so much that the last thing I wanted was for him to stop doing it. At last enough of my breast was uncovered that my nipple, or more precisely the areola around it, was beginning to be in plain view. My BF's hand was, of course, caressing my breast while gradually uncovering it, making my nipple harder and harder. I still made no move to prevent or even to slow his progress, as I'm sure he had been afraid I might. Emboldened by my total lack of resistance, he finally took the big plunge and completely uncovered my nipple. It was large, clearly excited, and seemed definitely exciting to him. He seemed reluctant to touch it directly, in case I really had been unaware that he was undressing me in public. He did, however, continue to move the material of my dress to the side until my complete breast was totally exposed.
It was just at that time that the waiter returned to see if we needed more brandy. We did, but when the waiter looked at my naked breast he forgot the reason for his visit to our table. I pretended not to notice his consternation. My BF had to tell him two or three times that we would like to have another brandy before the waiter, slowly, took leave of our table and went to the bar to put in our order.
