My Braless Evening with the Girls

It was Shana’s birthday, and all us girls were going out for a night on the town.

I wanted to start the night off right, so I primped and preened for hours. Fresh out of the shower, I was cozied up to the mirror putting my make-up on when my phone rang.

“What are you wearing?” Gina asked.

“Nothing but a towel,” I told her.

“No, seriously! Tonight, what are you wearing?”

Everybody knows girls have to coordinate their outfits. God forbid if a couple of us ended up wearing the same thing.

After more make-up, a lot of work on my hair, and a little perfume, I got started on the wardrobe. I wedged a tiny red satin g-string between my cheeks. I pulled a short skirt on over that, with some heels. My blouse was made of wispy thin material. After much deliberation, I decided on no bra.

My boobs are quite big, 36 D-cups. Going out in public braless generally has to be planned in advance. Trust me, it’s not something I would do at church. My boobs tend to bounce around, my nipples tend to poke out, and people notice.

I figured it was nighttime, we would be in a dark club, and nobody would really be able to tell. And besides, so what if they did? I liked my boobs. Guys in particular liked my boobs. Why not show them off once in awhile?

A few hours into the club scene, once I had a few drinks in me and started dancing with the girls, I was horny with a capital H. Part of it was grinding and goofing around with my girlfriends. Part of it was the charged atmosphere. And then part of it, to be honest, was just that I hadn’t gotten laid in a long time!

I started thinking about slipping into the bathroom, and hiding out in one of the stalls, and rubbing one off. Yeah, I know – disturbing and disgusting behavior. I hope you are not ashamed of me.

I went to the bar where Leisa was talking to a gentleman standing beside her, and I ordered a drink. One of the bartenders was a young guy who moved like a ballerina. I didn’t find him hot, but he was fun to watch.

I sipped my cocktail, watching this bartender as my mind wandered to my horniness problem. I could literally feel a throbbing between my legs. Surreptitiously, with nobody watching (I hoped), as I went to sit my cocktail glass down on the bar I dragged the edge of the glass over my nipple. My skin was flushed with the exertion of dancing and with my horniness, a light sweat glistening here and there. My nipples were erect, aching for attention.

The edge of the glass rubbed my areola painfully, erotically. I squeezed my eyes shut and also squeezed my thighs together, longing for some relief. Screw it – I tossed the last of my drink back and headed for the powder room.

I clip-clopped across the club in my heels, my big boobs bouncing and swaying in a way that I knew might attract attention.

Before I could get the bathroom door closed, Leisa elbowed her way in with me.

“Sweetie, ya gotta let me go or I’m going to have an accident,” she apologized. I laughed, and told her no problem.

As she sat on the toilet relieving herself in what sounded like the Great Flood, I checked my hair and tweaked my makeup in the mirror by the sink. Leisa and I chatted as we went, and swapped places once she was done.

“Okay, so I see you’re wearing panties,” she muttered at me in the mirror as I peed on the toilet.

“Um, yes… thank you for noticing?” I replied. I actually worried that she might see the wet spot on my red panties as I sat there. No need for her to realize how badly I needed an orgasm.

“Well, I thought maybe when you forgot your bra you maybe forgot your panties too,” she said with a wink.

“Hey listen,” I replied, “you take care of your boobs and I’ll take care of mine.”

“I’m just giving you a hard time,” Leisa said with a smile. She turned around and leaned against the edge of the sink. “If I had great boobs like yours, I would want to show them off too.”

“You have an awesome body,” I said dismissively, pulling up my panties and flushing.

“Do you mind if I ask if they are real?”

“Yep,” I replied as I walked over to her to rinse my hands in the sink. “All natural baby!”

“Can I feel them?”

“Uh, you want to feel my boobs?”

“Yes please,” she said a bit nervously.

I dried my hands and tossed the paper towel in the wastebasket. “Be my guest,” I told her.

She put a very warm hand on each of my boobs, gripping them, squeezing them for just a second. Through the thin fabric of my blouse, she could fee every inch, every contour and bump on my nipples. “They are very soft, big,” she told me. She was standing close, and I could smell the alcohol on her breath.

“Ah, yeah well I’d be careful doing that if I were you. You don’t want to wake the sleeping bear.”

She dropped her hands and furrowed her brow. “What’s wrong?” she asked.

“I’m in a bad way. It’s been awhile.”

“Actually, you have something on you,” she said, and bent in for a closer look.

“Something on me? Like what?” Dammit, if I had spilled something on my blouse I was going to be pissed.

Then Leisa surprised me by softly kissing the side of my neck, and lightly biting my ear.

I moaned. I took her hands and cupped them firmly back on my tits. “Do that again,” I whispered.

Leisa kissed my neck again, licking and biting her way up behind my ear. She slid one hand off my chest and put it on my ass, pulling my hips against hers. My heart pounded and my crotch throbbed.

Err, wait, was that my heart pounding? Somebody was getting desperate and pounding on the bathroom door.

“Looks like we’re going to have to continue this another time,” Leisa said quietly, and softly bit my lower lip.