Girlfriend Gets Topless For My CoworkersA couple of years ago, my then girlfriend (now wife) and I were at one of my friend's places for a party. There were three other guys and a girl from work there too. My wife, Vicky, was probably about 24 at the time. She is slightly above average height, rather thin, with 34C breasts (capped off with perfect nipples), and a very sexy ***. The other girl, Brenda, is a little bit heavier (not fat, but more curvy), with somewhat bigger breasts.
The party was going along well, and we were all extremely drunk. After awhile, the two girls were playing beer bong with two of the guys, while the other three of us watched. The girls were losing, pretty badly, and my girlfriend (who does not like to lose) was getting frustrated. Finally she said, "I think maybe I need to distract them!" and gestured at her chest. She was wearing a halter top with a strapless bra underneath, so it would have been fairly easy for her to pull it down and expose her sexy breasts.
Of course, the opposing team immediately started to encourage her. She looked to me for permission. In retrospect, I wish I had just told her to go for it (even at that moment, just the thought of her flashing the room was making me hard). But four of the people there were really more coworkers than friends, so I hesitated, not sure how much I could trust them. So I compromised, saying "You can if Brenda does too."
Vicky immediately turned to Brenda, but the other girl was clearly not as interested, and said "no way!" Vicky gave up, and went back to playing the game. After a few more rounds of losing, she gave a frustrated sigh. Then, stepping back from the table, reached behind her top and unhooked the bra. She pulled it out from under the halter top (without exposing anything), and tossed it aside. The other guys in the room were definitely enjoying the show. One of them even yelled out "Whoa, did you see that?!"
Without the bra, Vicky's breasts were now moving much more freely under the thin top, and her hard nipples were clearly visible through the tight material. The game continued, but the girls lost before Vicky worked up the nerve to actually flash.
Obviously, the party had taken on a slightly different tone, with all of the drunk guys now plotting ways to get the girls to *****. But, unexpectedly, before another game of beer pong could start, my friend Tim who was hosting the party told us he was tired and thought it was time to call it a night. I have no idea what he was thinking; he could clearly see that Vicky was getting drunk enough to *****. Hell, a couple of months earlier she had gotten naked for him and let him play with her **** when she was in a similar mood (that is an excellent story for another time). I can only assume he was so drunk that he wasn't thinking clearly.
So basically he kicked us all out so he could go to sleep. One of the other guys said he was tired too and left (again, what the hell are these guys thinking???), but the other two guys and Brenda decided to come over to our place to keep the party going. So we walked back to our apartment, and started drinking and playing card games. The whole time, the other two guys kept sneaking in requests for Vicky to take her top off, but she seemed to have latched on to the idea that Brenda needed to do it too. So every time they asked, Vicky would look at Brenda and say "Should we?" Brenda's response was invariably, "You can, but I'm not going to." Although she wasn't resisting too much, and definitely seemed to be considering it.
Finally one of the guys, who was really drunk, started basically begging. He was saying "Come on, just do it!" and "No one will know!" and all sorts of things that really are just going to make the girls less likely to show anything at all. I took advantage of that situation, and, looking to the girls, said, "Hey, you know what you should do? Go in the other room and just flash us, but not him, as a punishment for begging like that." The other guy, who wasn't quite so falling-over drunk, jumped on board and agreed. Vicky, who I think was really eager to show off her ****, said "Sure!" and grabbed Brenda and dragged her into the bedroom.
The other guy and I followed, locking the drunker guy out of the room. We then turned to the girls and said, "Okay, go!"
Vicky quickly pulled the strap of her halter top over her head, and pulled the shirt down to her waist, leaving her upper body totally topless. Her perfect, sexy breasts were totally exposed to one of my coworkers. They jiggled nicely as she moved, and her nipples were extremely hard from all the excitement. The other guy was standing right next to her, staring intently at her boobs. I'm pretty sure he wanted to touch them, but was gentlemanly enough to restrain himself. Little did he know that Vicky would probably have been totally cool with that.
"Okay Brenda, you're turn." I said. She sighed, and pulled her shirt and bra up, expose her own breasts. She only left them out briefly before covering up again, but after we complained that we didn't get a good look, she pulled her **** out again. They were surprisingly nice. I expected them to sag more, but they actually appeared quite firm, with sexy big pink nipples. After a minute, the two girls put their shirts back on, and we returned to the living room to continue drinking.
As we started our card game back up, the drunker guy who missed the show tried to act cool. But, after a few minutes, he was trying to see some boobs again, saying "I don't think you guys really did anything". Finally, Vicky decided she felt bad that he didn't get the show. She pulled her top down again, exposing her sexy breasts to both guys. She kept her **** out while we played, enjoying the stares from my coworkers. We tried to get Brenda to join in, but she flat out refused (thinking back on it, I'm pretty sure she had a crush on the drunker guy, and just didn't want to appear slutty in front of him). After a few minutes, Vicky covered herself back up. Eventually, we all got too drunk and tired, and the others all went home. I did hear Brenda offering to flash the drunker guy, who was near passing out, if he would just try to walk home rather than just falling over on the sidewalk, so maybe we awoke something in her.
Vicky didn't see those guys again for almost a year, but at the next party we were all at, they referenced that night, and hung out around her, presumably hoping for a repeat performance.