I even go topless around the house for him, at least until we both get so sore from fucking that we have to get dressed. For years I have spent every ...aking moment in a brassiere. I don’t even get out of bed without putting one on. I take it off to shower, and it’s the first item of clothing I put on afterward, so topless is a huge deal for me. The most amazing thing about it, other than the breathtakingly erotic nature of it, is the motion. When I walk or move without a bra, my tits are all. I probably shouldn't have camped overnight where I did, but increasingly I had become one who didn't always abide by all the rules. I'd found a nice park, pretty close to what passed as the downtown area of Bismarck, and had hidden my bike in a brushy area down by the water right next to where I pitched my tent. I doubted anyone would find me unless they were looking.As I pulled the stays out of my tent, I heard the sounds of an argument growing closer – a man and woman. They were both yelling. "I'm not going to have to call her mom? am I?" He joked! I gave him a punch on the arm and told him to get lost! We chuckled!After Sean left, me and Lindsey decided we would go out to a nice dinner somewhere. We had to go out of town where nobody would recognize us. She picked a steak house that was about a mile from Stanford. It was a good forty minute drive, but would give us a chance to be alone with nobody to bother us. Lindsey went home to get ready, and I got cleaned up. I called , and. Naturally. I wear my bra and slip. So softly. "Wear them all day tomorrow," she said. "Every day from now on. Promise?" Her hands moved across his nipples, and he felt her slide the material of his slip against the tips of his bra cups, firming and smoothing it against the sides of his breasts. Her thumbs kept feeling him up. "All day." "For me. You'll think about me." "Yes." "Under your dress. Tomorrow. All day." His dress tomorrow? She mounted him, knees on.