It was now Sunday. Bob was originally scheduled to be home this weekend but his company had asked him take another assignment on an emergency basis. The day before, the conversation between the two housewives had come to an end when Tom texted Jane and told he would call her by phone.
Beth thought about the last few days, days which had had strong erotic overtones. Jane had been oozing sex the whole time that Beth had been with her. She had dressed in sexy clothes which were meant to entice. She had explained and extolled the joys of lesbian sex. They had gone to a regular bar, after which Jane had taken advantage of her reduced inhibitions to give her a taste of what a woman could do to another woman. At that time, she had not been sure when reality crossed over to a dream.
Jane called. They exchanged greetings.
As she always did, she asked Jane about her husband. "How is Tom doing?" She knew that her neighbour was in the same situation as herself. Both husbands were on business trips that had kept them away from home for the weekend.
"Fine, I guess," she answered unenthusiastically."
"Is something wrong?" Beth asked.
"No, not really, I just miss Tom so much. That's all. Sometimes I worry about him because he works too hard. He really looked worn out."
"Bob was the same when I last talked to him on Friday. He was really unhappy about the assignment his company suddenly foisted on him. He couldn't tell me when he could make his next call. Everything was up in the air."
"Did you tell him about us?"
"Yes, I did. It was the highlight of our phone call. You should have heard him laugh when I told him you flashed the pizza delivery guy with your tits. He said the next time you order pizza, he was going to mug the delivery man and make the delivery himself."
Jane laughed. "Did you tell him anything more?" She put both hands out and made a grabbing motion.
Beth blushed but said, "I told him that I had to pay my half of the tit flashing by exposing mine to you. I also told him you grabbed with my tits and molested them."
"How did he react to that," Jane asked.
"He said he was jealous," she replied. "Not only did I get to see your 'melons' as he called them, but you also got to play with my more modest mounds."
"Would you like to come over? Jane invited.
"I've got some laundry to do this morning," Beth replied. "After lunch some time?"
"It's going to be a very hot day today," Jane informed her. "I suggest you dress comfortably. Remember, no bra."
As Jane had discovered how sensitive Beth's nipples were, whatever she wore would brush across the tips and cause them to stiffen visibly underneath her garment. Jane wanted her to enter her house with stiff nipples. She remembered how delicious they were.
Beth was not stupid. She was fully aware of fact that Jane wanted her to display her long nipples. Going without a bra obviously pandered to Jane's lesbian desires. She imagined Jane playing with them again. Her nipples stiffened at just the thought of it. She could have easily rejected Jane's demand to ditch the bra.
'How should I interpret 'dress comfortably'?' Beth asked herself. Jane was a obviously sartorial minimalist. Less was more to her neighbour. She would not be surprised if her neighbour wore almost nothing and greet her by flashing her big bazookas.
Jane broke into her thoughts as she continued. "You can come here in the nude, if you like."
Beth laughed. "Don't be silly, Jane. We have neighbours. We have to behave. Besides, you know I'm not that kind of girl."
"What kind of girl is that?" Jane asked.
"The kind of girl who flashes to strangers in public and offers tits instead of tips to pizza delivery men."
Jane laughed."You really are a saucy girl at heart! You know that? See you soon. Bye."
They hung up. 'She'll probably dress sexy,' she told herself. Then an idea struck her, an idea that would prove how saucy she was capable of being. 'Why not",' Beth thought, 'why not give that horny bitch a taste of her own medicine?' After all,' she reasoned, 'turn-about is fair play,' she reasoned. Her neighbour probably used the 'comfortably' to mean sexy.
Beth went to her closet and rummaged through her wardrobe. The truth was she didn't have sexy clothes other then the negligees she used to entice Bob. Bob always knew that, when she wore a negligee, she was signalling her sexual availability. She was definitely could not going to Jane's house wearing some skimpy garment like a negligee.
She rummaged through her closet some more and and found a yellow sundress that she had not worn since her first pregnancy. It exposed shoulders, her back and the upper part of her chest. The back and the front parts were tied together by laces over the shoulders. The hem of her dress reach her mid-thigh. It was slightly higher up her thigh than it had been before her pregnancy because her hips had more flesh on them compared to her younger days. Bob told her that a little extra flesh made her all the more delightfully luscious. It had to be true. In their private moments, the less she wore, the more he would touch and grope her. She loved to have her body touched and never. Children and Bob's job, however, had severely restricted when they could 'play footsies' with each other.
When she wore the sundress the last time, it fit her slim figure snuggly. She had bought this dress to attract Bob, and it had worked wonderfully. Now when she tried it on, it fit more tightly, which had the effect of emphasizing the maturer feminine curves of her petite body.
The dress was especially tight around her breasts. Pregnancy and breast-feeding three children had permanently enhanced the size of her breasts with only a slight sag. There was no room for a bra in this dress, which meant that the feel of the material brushing across her nipples would make them hard. Jane would notice, she thought naughtily.
Then a really naughty idea came into Beth's mind. 'Why not upstage her? I'll give her something to think about, not only no bra but also no panty.' She giggled. 'See if she notices.' Beth was now feeling deliciously mischievous.
She looked at herself. 'I look good,' she thought, 'for a middle-aged housewife.' She took a mental note to wear this dress the next time Bob was home. 'He'll love it. I know it'll turn him on. I'm glad I kept it.' Satisfied with how she looked, she was ready to show Jane that she knew how the play the sexy clothes game too.
To be a good guest, Beth prepared a snack tray to take over to Jane's house. About a half-hour later, she knocked on Jane's door. Jane opened it a crack as if to make sure the person at the door was the person she was expecting. Seeing her friend, Jane opened the door wide enough to let Beth slip in.
Jane walked in and placed the snack tray on the nearest surface, a small end table near one of the couches.
