We joked about all of the old boys ogling my cleavage if a wore a daring or see through top. It was decided that see through was a step too far. It was therefore decided I would be wearing my usual plunging top dress which shows off my 34 dd girls to anyone who cares to look, young, old, male or female a thong and push up bra to both show off but also for us to enjoy the furtive glances from the other guests.
We arrived to a very busy house full of grey haired guests, who were both loud and fun. A few heads turned as we walked in and our names called out to those who didn't know us. We soon got chatting to a couple of neighbours as glass after glass of fizz was passed our way. There were quite a few faces that we did nor know and were soon meeting many new friends. It was funny to watch as the pensioners quickly averted their stare from my cleavage and tried to keep eye contact. Hubby was standing a short space away grinning and raising his eyebrows as the grey haired, tweed nd cashmere wearing voyeurs became more forward as the drink flowed.
Most of the chaps were either on their own or with their wives of a similar age, so I must admit it was flattering and a real turn to be or at least feel that I was the centre of attention. A lot of the old boys were clearly enjoying looking at my cleavage and as the wine flowed I became more brazen and daring. I rubbed my boobs against many a gnarled elbow as I chatted a mingled. I also 'had' to keep bending over to speak to those who were seated. This gave ample opportunity to my growing band of elderly voyeurs to see down the front of my dress and also to seem my bum in the tight stretch of my dress fabric. All of this I hasten to add at the instance and instruction of hubby.
