Braless

Another day at the bank was about to begin. At 9 a. m. I opened the glass door letting people come inside. Depositors would proceed to one of 3 bank tellers.

That autumn day was unseasonably warm. People approaching the bank were dressed in shirts. I had come to work dressed in a light-green two-piece pants suit and white v-neck ribbed top. I put my feet into block-heal pumps. A Ladies TimeX adorned my left wrist.

A couple of hours earlier as I stepped out of the tub after a warm shower the notion struck me. As an adult I hate wearing bras. I don't find them comfortable. The wire leaves a line across my boobs. This day would see me go braless and be comfortable. So what if people notice. It's not like I care.

The funny thing is that as a little girl on the verge of puberty I couldn't wait for the day when my tits would fill a bra. It would make me a woman. I envied my mom who has big tits.. When will I be able to fill one with my boobs? I can't wait.

The day passed not quickly but not too slowly either. A few depositors came to open new accounts or apply for home loans. My suit jacket hung on the coat hook behind me.

My 11 a. m. appointment was with a young woman named Alicia whom I had known for a couple of years since she opened a checking account. She wore a light blue denim button-down shirt and jeans. Her blue eyes locked onto my computer screen as I input her information.

The transaction was nearly complete when her eyes shifted taking in my blouse. She quickly looked away as though invading my privacy. Her face was unreadable.

We chatted socially for a few seconds. Nothing was said about my nipples poking directly at the thin fabric.

Later that day I saw another client in my office, this one a man probably in his forties. His eyes shifted downward. My nipples held his eyes for a long time. Meanwhile I reviewed his information as my computer processed it.

This guys wants to get me out of my panties. It's not going to happen Mr. I don't get between the sheets so willingly.

I noticed his wedding band. Cheat with someone other than me.

Anyway I completed the transaction. He signed the document accepting the conditions of the home loan contract.

Back at my apartment I am free to do as I please with whomever I choose.

I've known Seth Harris, my bofriend, since we attended elementary school. Two years ago at our 10 year High school reunion a long conversation led to our first date, dinner at an Italian restaurant the following Friday.

My phone rang inside my pocketbook. I answered on the third ring.

"Seth what's happening?"

"Come for dinner, say 6 o'clock. I have a dish you'll like. You can come early if you want to."

What sould I wear? It dosen't matter because I plan to take it off when I get there.

I remained clothed in my business suit and set out for his apartment.

My figure is slim and tall, the tits B cups. At 5' 9 I am the same height as Seth.

"I like your suit." The compliment landed as he opened the door letting me enter.

"I wore it to work."

Immediately I headed for the bathroom ostensibly to pee. I didn't have to, but barely a minute later I stood naked in his kitchen.

His expression was unreadable. In two years I've been naked only while we were fucking. Outside the bedroom nothing ever happened except an occasional peck.

The aroma of clams frying in olive oil and garlic wafted through the kitcen. I took a seat at the table while he went about the task of preparing the meal.

Seth is not Italian but he loves Italian food. As we sat down to eat he chatted about how he came to like the cuisine. Being Italian myself, I found the meal delicious but I also like other dishes as well.

There was space between us for a third person in the sofa, a light gray fabric piece. A magazine lay atop a two-level glass oval Coffee table purchased at Pottery Barn. The 55-inch Samsung tv mounted onn the wall above the hearth was showing baseball.

I had been there for roughly an hour when he broached the subject.

"May I ask you a question?"

"Why am I naked?"

"Yah why," he replied.

"Because I decided to be a nudist," I replied.

"You decided to be a nudist."

I gave a smiling nod.

"Were you in your office today not wearing a bra?"

"Who told you?"

"No one told me. It's just a hunch."

"I like not wearing clothes."

"I bet you stand in front of your living room window in the light."

"Bedroom window," I quipped.

He chuckled.

"I can't make you put clothes on."

Seth is a baseball fan as am I. The Red Sox had taken a two run lead so we stopped chatting and paid attetion to the game. We like seeing them beat the hated Yankees.

We watched the sunset through the window until dusk. The game progressed into the 8th inning. The Sox still held the lead.

The urge to indulge in sex sent my hand to my lady parts. My clit gradually swelled under my fingers as Seth watched me. The unoccupied hand cupped a boob then moved to its twin giving it the same treatment.

I had been playing for about five minutes while my boyfriend watched but remained clothed.

Finally he shed his clothes.

"It's about time," I teased.

I climbed onto his lap in the sofa. He cupped both of my boobs as I rode him taking his cock deep.

He recognized the signs of an impending orgasm. My body had turned red. My breathing became shallow. I clenched my teeeth stifling a scream.