“Hardly Mike!” I replied with a girlish giggle “or I wouldn’t show them.”
“Good girl!” he told me as he patted my knee. “Hardly Mike!” I replied with a girlish giggle “or I wouldn’t show them.”
“Good girl!” he told me as he patted my knee. I breathed in deeply and thrust them out even more. The evening came to a close with me thankfully having the last waltz with my husband, and Mike with Millicent, as I dare not visualise what might have happened if Mike had danced it with me, together with the trauma that might have ensued back at his household afterwards. “I was happy that my bare breasts became a topic of conversation and observation throughout the meal, and pleased that the other two women on the table didn’t appear to share Millie’s distaste for my exposure, and actually praised me for my bravery. “Thank you kind sir!” I replied, my nervousness being bravely replaced by a hint of defiant confidence at the obvious disapproval of the fully clothed woman.
