A Blue Sundress. No Bra. No Panties

"You said you brought that dark blue sundress I like?" Jess looks at you.

"Yeah. Really?" She looks a bit confused, but goes to her bag and pulls out the dress and a bra and panty set. The bra and panties are practical, and still sort of seductive. You applaud your girlfriend's investment in her lingerie; she combines practicality with aesthetic quality.

"Oh, you won't be needing those at lunch," you tell her. Jess looks at you and shakes her head.

"Oh fuck that," she says, giving you a glare that you understand means business. "I'll lose that bra, but you've gotten me so wet all day that I'm not going to leave my seat wet at lunch." Her eyes flash and she runs a hand over her right breast. You swear you see her nipple harden as she does so. "Besides. My tits should be more than enough," she teases as she watches your face while lightly toying with her pert orb.

"They often are," you agree, and she grins.

"I don't know what it is about you and my tits," she laughs. "Or is it that you just want your prize on display?" she teases. "But you'll get it." You grin and she shakes her head. "Your fiancée's tits on display. I'm going to shower. Alone. Then pull on that dress. Alone. And after lunch, I will do whatever your perverted mind can come up with," she tells you.

You agree. She showers first, and quickly, and you follow suit. By the time you come out of the shower, Jess's hair is still wet against her back, but she is wearing the blue sundress that you like so much. Her breasts do not need a bra, and you grunt as you imagine them bared during your meal. She's put on the barest hint of makeup, and you smile as she sidles up to you. You're naked, and Jess looks down at your cock. It slowly starts to rise, and Jess nods. "I'm getting so hot at the thought of what you're going to want with me," she whispers. "After your performance this morning, you're going to get a pretty heavy leeway. And I didn't even have to lose a bet," she grins. Her hand brushes against you. "After lunch," she promises.

You dress in a light t-shirt and nice pair of shorts as Jess gets her purse together. She leans over quite a bit, giving you several surreptitious glances down her dress, her perky tits quivering. When she looks up she grins, and sometimes gives you a shake. Her breasts look as firm as ever as she shows off for you, enjoying her tease. As you both get ready to leave the room, you cup her ass with your left hand and slowly knead it. Jess sighs, and looks up to you before snuggling into your side. You move your hand from her ass to her shoulder and pull her close. She lets out a cute cooing noise and you let your hand fall a bit. As the elevator door closes, you push your hand into her breast, and Jess sighs. "Oh wow," she says. "I seem to have gotten you a bit cheeky," she giggles. You palm her breast and Jess gives a slight gasp. Jess pulls gently away. "Can we wait until after lunch?" she asks, suddenly seemingly even more turned on.

You grin, and she slides next to you again. When the elevator door opens, Jess pulls away so you can walk. You usher her forward, and you take in her tight ass brushing against the edges of the dress as she walks toward the resort restaurant. You are seated quickly by a well dressed, well groomed middle aged man, and he tells you your server will be with you shortly.

He is not wrong, and a striking woman with dark, olive skin arrives at your table. Her face is slender and angular, though softened around the edges. Her nose is slim as well, though it hovers over plump, red lips. Despite the uniformity of the outfits (black vest, white shirt), and their apparent effort to make it formless, both you and Jess immediately notice your waitress's bust as it strains the edges of the shirt. The gaps between the buttons, visible even beyond the vest, revealing a practical, but obviously straining white bra. She takes your drink order and goes, and Jess grins as she walks away.

"Oh wow," Jess breathes. "She's even bigger than Sarah." You nod, flashing back to her dark-haired friend. You knew that Sarah would wear low-cut tops to tease you during group outings, and Jess loved to tease you about our stare. Somehow none of the other people noticed you leering at her. The memory shakes you from your reverie, and Jess gives you a grin. "Look, but don't touch," she teases.

You decide to do your best to do neither. As the waitress comes back and introduces herself as Anna, you enjoy the slightest bit of chat. You both order, and as Anna leaves, you glance at Jess, whose hand has crept up to the loose, flowing neckline of her dress and gently pushing it toward her. Her face is flushed, and she leans close to whisper. "She was looking down my dress!" Jess whispers, understanding the look of confusion on your face.

"I do it all the time," you point out. Jess gives you a look, but relaxes her hand. You watch the neckline slope down and away from her.

"Why is she looking at my tits?" she asks, and she speaks more quickly, still in hushed tones. You decide to answer as honestly as possible as your hand reaches across the table and she grips it.

"Because you have amazing tits," you point out. Jess's blush deepens.

"She really does." Anna's voice suddenly startles you both, and you look up to the woman, who is grinning and holding your drinks. She glances at her own chest, and sets the drinks down. Both you and Jess are glued to the gentle shake of her suddenly presented chest. "And I consider myself pretty knowledgeable on the subject," she adds. "What can I get you guys for lunch?" Jess looks at you, absolute embarrassment on her face.