We wrapped the morning newscast at 7:30 as we usually did, and I started to shut down my equipment as the morning meteorologist came over to my camera. Laura is a tall, slender blonde who just turned 50. She has a runner's body, lean and well toned, but her best feature is her ample chest. Her breasts are large and round, not quite as big as melons, with a slight hang to them. Despite having great legs, she usually wore pants, or skirts that came to her knees. Her tops, on the other hand, were a treat. She was definitely proud of those lovely orbs, often wearing tops that showed more than a little cleavage, and sometimes went braless, even on the air. It was not always evident to viewers, but it was a good morning for those of us who worked close to her when we saw the gentle sway under her dresses. Today was one of those days. She was wearing a black skirt, and an off white peasant top. It was heavy enough that her nipples were not showing through-well, not too much-but I could tell from her bounce that the girls were definitely unbound underneath. A couple of times, I saw her leaning forward over her work station, and got a good look at them swaying as she moved, her pink nipples standing up as her tits bounced. I think she did it to tease me, though I knew she preferred the freedom of going braless whenever she could. And she loved to tease me.
How did I know this?? Laura and I have this wonderful friends with benefits relationship, and we get together for a little fun once or twice a month, occasionally more often as our schedules and dating lives allow. Having both been disappointed in previous relationships and marriages, neither of us wanted the entanglement of a serious relationship, preferring the freedom to come and go, and seek companionship as we pleased. Still, we got along famously, and even without the sex, enjoyed each other's company immensely. It was as close to love as you can get without being in love, and it worked really well for us. We had all the fun, and none of the jealousy. Even so, we loved to tease each other, and did it often, in discreet ways around the TV station where we worked, and more openly elsewhere. So it was not uncommon for Laura to show off for me, even at work. She knew it made me crazy.
As she approached, I enjoyed the sight of her boobs jiggling under her top. "Can I stop by your place later for a shower?? I have to do an interview later, and it will be easier than going all the way home and coming back here." Though Laura mostly did weather, she was a well rounded newscaster, and also did features for us, so a full day after her morning gig was not unusual.
"Sure," I said, knowing that it would likely be a few moments of soapy togetherness for us. "I'll be home. When will you be over??"
"About an hour," said Laura. "Make sure the water's warm."
"It will be, not that you won't turn it to steam anyway. Besides, I'm looking forward to playing with what's under your top."
Laura looked around. The studio was now empty. "You mean these??" she said, pulling up her top for a few seconds to reveal her swaying tits. She smiled, kissed me quickly and turned to go. As we shared our brief kiss, I reached over, grabbing her left tit. I loved the way the heft of it felt under the soft cotton of her top. "Hey!!" she scolded me, smiling as she slapped my hand away. "You'll get plenty of that later. See you in the shower."
An hour or so later, I heard a car pull up in my driveway, and I hit the button for the garage door as Laura got out of her car. She bounced through the garage and into the kitchen. We kissed, long and deep this time. As she let go and backed away, I could see her now erect nipples poking through her top. It was an arousing sight, seeing Laura in her black skirt and light top, her full breasts and erect nipples filling it out nicely. Sometimes she'd dress like this when we went out on a date. It always led to really good service in restaurants when guys were waiting on us, and great sex later.
I kissed Laura again, this time taking her left breast in my hand, massaging it through the soft cotton shirt. She giggled as I tweaked the nipple, then sighed as I rolled it between my thumb and index finger. As we continued kissing, I reached under Laura's top, now playing with her free hanging tits. We were getting into a good groove when I heard a car pull into the driveway. "Who the hell could that be??" I thought, thinking my morning delight with Laura was going south, and not in the way I wanted.
"Hold on," I told Laura, breaking the kiss, but not letting go of her tits just yet. "Let me see who that is."
"It's probably Kelly," said Laura. I looked at her quizzically. "She spilled coffee all over her dress, and needed to do something with it. I told her to stop by, maybe you could help, since it's a lot closer to come here than go all the way out to her house." I was suddenly questioning the wisdom of living so close to work. "You have a washer and dryer, right??"
"Yeessss..." I said, wondering where this was going.
"Maybe you can toss her dress in and have it done fast enough to send her back for the mid day news." Laura looked at me with a sparkle in her green eyes.
Hmm...Kelly is our morning anchor. She's in her mid 30's. Except for her dark hair and eyes, she's a mini Laura, more petite at about 5'4" to Laura's 5'8", but almost the same build: slender, slim hips and nice legs, and a slightly smaller set of tits, though they hang more than Laura's. I had often thought about taking a turn with her, but the opportunity had never presented itself. She's been married about seven years, and while I'm not shy about a relationship with a married woman, I didn't get the sense that she was interested, and I didn't pursue her. Usually I let the married ones come to me. It's happened a surprising number of times over the years, and I'm amazed at how much married pussy is available if you have the right approach.
Kelly popped in the door. I looked at her, in a red dress that showed some cleavage-Kelly was not shy about showing off a little either-and a big brown stain down the front. "Looks like you got coffee bombed," I said, laughing.
"It's not funny!!" Kelly protested. "I had a Starbucks cup and the top was loose. When I picked it up, the top popped off and I crushed the cup. Now my dress is soaked, and I have to go back on at noon."
"I think we can take care of you. The washer is in the garage behind you. Get that dress off and I'll get it started."
Kelly looked at me hesitantly. "C'mon, Kelly, just pull it off," Laura chimed in. "We've all known each other a while, it's not a big deal. Here, I'll start." With that, Laura pulled her top off, her magnificent tits bouncing into view.
"Laura!! You're not wearing a bra!! Did you go on the air like that??" Kelly was incredulous.
"Sure," said Laura calmly. "I don't do it all the time, but you know I'd rather go braless and let the girls go free than be bound up. So let's get that dress off. It won't wash itself."
Kelly looked at us a moment, then lifted her dress and pulled it over her head. It turned out Laura was not the only one going braless that morning. Kelly gave us a smile as she stood in my kitchen in just a pair of black 3" heels and red lace panties with an applique floral design on them. "And here I thought I was the only one who dared go on the air that way." Laura and I laughed at that. It just made the 3 AM starts at the station a lot more tolerable, knowing that both ladies might be unrestrained right there in front of me-and a city of morning viewers.
"Bet you need a shower too," I said, seeing Kelly had what looked like a sticky spot on her chest.
