My wife (R) and I needed to go get a phone worked on—something about checking the eSIM to make sure it was working right. We got to the store and there was a waiting area with a few people. We sat there with all the others, and as some of them moved around, we were left with another woman across from us.
R and I were talking and chatting about the day, and also hoping this would not take too long. Thankfully, it didn’t seem like it would. My wife started playing with her phone, I glanced around at the surroundings.
Then I noticed.
The lady in the just across from us was on her phone too. But it was what she was wearing that I noticed.
She had a sheer top on, and a black bra on that barely covered her very full, rounded, large breasts. My eyes darted back and forth, unable to stop looking at this lady and her breasts that were on display right in front of me. I tried not to ogle. I didn’t want anyone to notice—especially her—that I was getting such a good look. I fidgeted in my seat a little and then my wife looked at me and just said a simple sorry. Apparently she’d noticed too, and sympathized with my situation. Soon, the lady got up and moved to a desk to be helped.
R and I talked about it later. “I noticed right as we sat down,” she said. “I’m surprised it took you that long to notice and start getting antsy! Sorry we sat in a spot where it was so hard to not look. It didn’t help that she was so beautiful.” Her eyes sparkled at me with a bit of mischief, and her voice took on the slightest hint of playfulness. “I just hope you were turning those thoughts toward imagining someone else . . .”
“I was just shocked at first,” I told her. “I was mostly just amazed at the sheer size of those things! And of course, she basically had them out for the whole world to see. But I guess it’s really no more than I could see if we were on a cruise, or at a resort where almost ever woman is wearing a bikini that covers even less.”
She considered that. “Yes, I suppose it’s not all that different. It’s just a different location than we’d expect for such revealing clothing, and surprising to see someone with such confidence to wear something like that here!”
“I think you’d look even hotter in something like that,” I said.
She smirked. “Oh, so you were thinking about me . . .”
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That night, I had a dream. I don’t remember much of the details, but I sure remember the important part!
I was sitting in a café of some sort. It looked like it was in a resort town, or some place with a beach feel. I was waiting for my wife to join me.
She walked into the crowded place with a shawl covering herself, but when she sat down in front of me at our table, she took off the shawl. To my surprise, she was wearing the same thing as the lady from the phone store earlier that day! It was an almost identical sheer top, with a black bra underneath that pushed up her breasts perfectly.
I did not say much, and I could not keep myself from looking down at them. She obviously knew!
I don’t know what conversation we might have had in the dream, but I know she kept teasing me by moving around and sitting with her back arched, or with really good posture for me to get better glimpses. Then she got up and walked away for a moment. Because of the vague haze of dreams, I’m not sure what she was doing—going to the counter or bathroom? It didn’t matter.
What did matter was that, when she came back, she had the same sheer shirt on, but this time she had a cupless bra on. You know, the kind that pushes the breasts up well and has a piece that goes over the top, but allows the boob and nipple to poke through. I was in shock and looked around the café. No one was looking. Again, don’t know the conversation that was had—especially with this extra distraction—but there was definitely more teasing. The only think I remember her saying was a teasing, “What’s wrong?” Obviously, my preoccupation showed, even in the dream. Unfortunately, the dream ended all too quickly. I woke up with the biggest stain on my boxer shorts.
Wow! What a dream. I wish my wife had the confidence to pull something like this off. I told her about the dream. Maybe she will take a hint and at least do it in our own home. Although I would not mind her showing off her breasts in public like the lady in the store sometime. Or maybe we could reenact the dream in a café, though maybe not going so daring as to try the cupless bra! Is that okay, do you think? Or in appropriate?
Needless to say, my wife could absolutely pull this off, but we are pretty conservative, so I’m not sure it would happen.
I am glad I had the dream of my wife, because now I get to enjoy that image in my head instead of the lady at the store.
Now off to work to daydream, and perhaps look for cupless bras for my wife.
Editor’s note: some of this story’s dialogue was added in the editing process, but was all based on the author’s original summary of the couple’s conversation.
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