It was a warm summers night and my husband was again on another work trip. I was lonely and had asked a male friend from work around to watch a movie with me. My friend had a great sense of humor and we got along well at work, there was always some friendly flirting going on too. Plus, I thought he was quite attractive, with broad shoulders and strong legs. I knew he kept fit.
He came around after tea, he had a fitness class after work and wanted to shower and eat before he came over. When he arrived he had on a tight t-shirt with a pair of shorts.
We exchanged some friendly chat as I got him a beer, a wine for myself and closed the blinds ready to watch the movie. I was still in my work clothes, not normally what I would be wearing at home after work. I like to relax and be more free in my pajamas and so now that we were ready to start and it was darker in the room, I asked him if I could change. He said sure and said if he was home he would do the same.
So I quickly went to my bedroom to put on my normal pajamas for a summers night. A pair of loose short shorts and a tight black singlet, no bra. I looked at myself in the mirror before I left the room, my singlet clearly outlined my large breasts and my nipples pushed at the material.
I secretly wanted to see if he would react to seeing them like this. I have always been excited about the thought of showing off my breasts to someone other than my husband. Tonight was my first chance to see what that felt like.
As I approached the lounge room though I became shy and did not want to be obvious about showing them off. So I folded my arms across my chest and walked in behind the couch. I quickly sat down next to him on the couch with my wine and started the movie, keeping his focus forward for now.
My own focus was on the movie too, hoping I had chosen at least a funny one to kill time. Though as the movie progressed I started to wonder if he had noticed what I was wearing. I started to occasionally look over at him, checking to see if he was trying to look at my chest. There was nothing at first, but then about halfway through the movie I looked over and caught him looking down. His eyes staring at my healthy breasts like a prize, so focused for that moment he did not notice me looking at him too. I felt a small tingle of excitement between my legs from his attention.
I looked back to the movie as to not discourage him, but thought I should encourage him with a better view. So I slowly started to turn my body to face him, shifting my hips and shoulders in his direction. This allowed my breasts to hang towards him, my nipples growing harder at the thought of showing them off more.
I kept watching the movie for a bit more but I felt his gaze upon my chest. I looked over at him again and found him still looking, but now he had turned his body to look at me more clearly now. I gave him a look of "do you like" and started to look him over. As I looked down his body I noticed his shorts, they were lifting up at the center. A tent shape was being pushed up in the middle of his shorts. It made me blush with the realization I was turning him on.
We made eye contact for a moment and he blushed instantly from being caught and looked away, back to the movie and quickly adjusting his shorts. I looked back to the movie too but not thinking about it, my mind was racing with thoughts of what we were doing. I was becoming really turned on by his reaction to seeing my breasts and catching someone looking at them. I thought maybe I should not stop at this, it was becoming excited and daring at the thought.
Filled with some adrenaline and a naughty excitement, I thought at least I wanted him to expose my breasts and touch them, and at that point, I could stop him calling it a tease. I didn't think I would go all the way with him at this point, just a fun flirt and touch.
I thought the best way to get him to touch me was to touch him first. So I shifted my body a bit closer, just in reach of his body, all the while still watching the movie. Then I started by just resting my hand next to his hips on the couch, while I looked over at him again. He was watching me too, looking me up and down but trying not to make much eye contact. And with him watching I lifted my hand up onto his shorts, just at the side of where I thought his cock was hiding. He jumped a little as I touched him, I don't think he was expecting anything like this tonight.