braless in public

I first met my wife at a Valentines Dance at the local American Legion Post in our small southern town in 1971. I spotted her talking to a guy I knew and two attractive girls. When I went over to them, I asked his which one was his date and he put his arm around one of them and I put my arm around the other and told her, "You're my date for the rest of the night." She looked up at me, grinned and said, "Okay, my name's Billie."

She was wearing a burgundy body shirt. That shirt was so tight and molded to her body it looked like it was painted on. It showcased her braless breasts to the point you could see the detail of her nipples. Her ribs and her belly button were plain to see. I was almost breathless with my luck. And when she danced! Oh, my aching balls! Those two delectable orbs had the nicest bounce, and she wasn't shy about me watching!

Along with her body shirt she wore a pair of very low-rise jeans that were tight on her lower abdomen, hips and thighs flaring out at her knees to her bare feet.

And the evening just kept on getting better!
 
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