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A couple of years ago, we had seats for the Wales vs France match in the six nation’s championship, and so booked a small cottage that we sometimes use near Cardiff. My lovely wife Mandy, dressed for the forthcoming evening in her new white studded blouse, under her favourite black tux style jacket and jeans. Then got well wrapped for the match up in her warm Puffa jacket. We were on such a high after the match, with Wales securing the Grand Slam, we joined fellow supporters in St Mary Street celebrating the win. As the evening wore on and feeling quite hungry, we rang and booked a table at a brasserie type restaurant near Penarth, which was within walking distance of our cottage. When we arrived, we could see that the place was buzzing with both French and Welsh fans. The atmosphere was terrific. We waited for what seemed like ages trying to get a barman’s attention, and needing the loo, I left Mandy to get our first drinks. On my return, I could see that four French guys who were already being served, had bought her a glass of wine and were keeping her company. Some five minutes later, the waiter approached them telling them their table was prepared. Mandy re-joined me, feeling very elated at being the centre ankara travesti of their attention. We ordered a couple of bottles of wine, red for me and white for Mandy, and happily chatted before being shown to our table. Mandy was really shining, still on a high after the flattery she had received earlier. The meal was most enjoyable, and the effect of the wine was really beginning to loosen our inhibitions. Having paid our bill, we moved to sit on the high stools at the bar. We sat close, and could not keep our hands off each other. With the occasional flick, and Mandy’s body movements, it did not take long for the press studs holding the blouse to separate. It was only when she got up to go to the loo that she realised how much of her beautiful cleavage was showing. I implored her not to redo her studs as she looked so sexy as she was. I sat patiently at the bar excited by the prospect of seeing Mandy return. Knowing her propensity for showing off, how would she be dressed? Would she leave her top loose, might she even discard the bra? The anticipation was driving me wild with desire for her. She re-appeared moments later, pushing her way through the crowded bar. I was over the moon when I saw she was ankara travestileri now braless, with just narrow traces of the white blouse showing just inside the lapels of her jacket. The jacket was held together by the only button, which was positioned about four inches lower than the curves of her bust. The white traces framing her cleavage perfectly, she looked gorgeous. Again she sat opposite me and our hands met. Selfishly I persuaded her to tuck back the blouse, so that it looked as if she was only wearing the jacket. She smiled saying that I could already see quite a lot of her cleavage and that others may see her, then added provocatively “Do you want me to show the whole bar?” I was getting more turned on by the second, especially at the thought that she would be unable to resist the excitement, of discreetly exposing her breasts at the bar. The atmosphere between us was so erotic, the continuing banter and teasing, was having a really stimulating effect on both of us. It was at this time that she tipsily excused herself to touch up her makeup, and disappeared to the cloak rooms. She returned a few minutes later and slid across her seat, then seductively opened her bag sufficiently for me to see inside. travesti ankara My stomach tumbled when I saw that she had also now, stuffed the white blouse inside, and asked if that was good enough for me. I said nothing but drew her close and planted a soft light kiss on her lips. Fuck she looked so hot! Our flirting continued, and it didn’t take much persuading for her to loosen the button for ‘my eyes only’. The edge her left areola soon slipped into view. Mesmerised by her manner, and knowing her mood, guessed it wouldn’t be long before her uninhibited behaviour progressed. To encourage her, I asked her if anyone else paying particular attention. Then cautiously looked around, to see if anyone else was positioned where they could see any daring exposures. But most of the couples and groups were well wrapped up in their own company. However when a familiar glorious pink flush of arousal to flooded to my wife’s cheeks I knew someone had caught her eye. She leaned forward whispering that there was a guy with his wife, who she was sure was watching her past his wife’s shoulder. As he was obscured from my view by the rustic wooden pillars, if probably offered him a level of security. To my delight, she then took a large gulp from her glass, and rested her arm on the bar, which caused her jacket to fall open. I could see that her delectable left nipple could be seen from the direction the guy was sitting, who had apparently smiled at her.
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