Afterwards

After some driving around, grabbing groceries, the kids, and heading home you finally sit down again. With your oldest watching his cartoons you go and sit in the kitchen pondering dinner plans.

Setting aside pork chops you check your phone, a message from the misses asking about dinner and one from Lisa again.

Lisa: Think we can do that again sometime?

You: I would like that.

Lisa: Maybe next time you will notice that I wasn't wearing a bra...

You: You weren't?

It's a minute before your phone dings again, but it does. She sent a photo this time along with the message "See?"

You can't see her face, it is from her neck to her mid drift, one hand is holding up her shirt near her collar bone. Though, true to her word there is no bra, just the sun kissed skin of her breasts, her nipples pink and resting in the slight tan lines.

You: I do see, maybe I can get a better view next time.

Lisa: We will just have to wait and see. Just don't make me wait to long.

You: I promise to make sure I make time.

Lisa: You better