The following weekend, I decided to stay the entire weekend since we would be going to a party on Saturday night. Donald and I went out Friday, got in pretty late and went right to bed. The following morning, I got up early and looked in Donald's drawers for something to wear, and I found this kind of muscle t-shirt. It was one of those things with no sleeves and a couple of fairly thin straps that went over your shoulders. Because it was his, it was big enough to cover my butt so I didn't have to wear anything else underneath it. The thing was that since the arm holes came down to almost my waist, the sides of my breasts were clearly visible. I checked it out in the mirror and it was sexy as all get out; maybe too much - the material was thin enough that you could sort of see the darkness of my areolas. Pretty much anything I did would reveal me in one way or another.i thought about wearing something else, but then I thought about how Philly was checking me out last weekend. I wanted to let him see more. I guess it's almost an addiction for me. I hadn't done anything like this since starting art school and I don't think I could've stopped myself if I wanted to; the urge was just so strong. I checked to make sure that Donald was still out. Again, I knew it would've sent him ballistic if he knew I was going to go out and have breakfast with his roommate dressed like this. This tee shirt was much more provocative than last week's version.My heart rate was cranked up when I walked out into the living room. My nipples were cranked up tight and my breasts were bouncing and swaying just slightly. Sure enough, I could smell fresh brewed coffee and Philly was reading the paper at the table. I said good morning as I padded barefoot by him into the kitchen.I opened the cupboard and stood on tiptoes stretching to reach for a coffee cup. I could feel his eyes devouring me from behind. The shirt had lifted to show the bottom of my butt cheeks as I got my cup down. I made my coffee and went to sit at the table with him. I smiled over my cup as I took my first sip of coffee. The material of the shirt was so thin that I knew he could pretty much see my nipples right though it, even if they hadn't been rock hard and threatening to rip holes through the material. I felt sexier than I had in months just sitting here in this thin t-shirt talking to Philly. I sat cross-legged on the chair and when I looked down I could see my pussy. Philly couldn't see it from where he was sitting, but just the idea that he could if he walked by me or looked under the table was good enough for me. I could tell that he really enjoyed having me here with him too.He was all smiles as he asked what I wanted for breakfast. I thought about it as I drank my coffee and finally told him pancakes ... I wanted pancakes for breakfast.The kitchen was sunny and bright; it got the morning sun. It was great place to work and when I started to get up to help with breakfast, Philly told me not to worry about it; he could handle it. I smiled and got up anyway to help. I joined him in the kitchen and he asked me to get the eggs out of the fridge. When I opened the door, I held it open as I bent in to get the eggs and gave him a view right into my shirt. The big open armpits of the shirt sagged open and revealed my breasts to him for the first time. Feeling his eyes on me, I turned to look at him and he was staring down at me. "What?" I smiled. "Do you need something else?""
No, no, no," he kind of stammered. "I was just thinking how glad I am that we get to have these breakfasts together. They're the highlight of my week." Ismiled back at him, still holding the door open, still showing him my breasts. "Mine too," I said. "I love doing this.""Yeah, me too," he smiled.I got the eggs and brought them back to him. I stepped up on tiptoes and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "You're sweet," I told him as my breasts rubbed against his arm.It all seemed innocent enough, but it was so erotic. I was wildly aroused.I was pretty sure that Philly thought I was oblivious to what I was showing, but I could tell that it was turning him on something fierce as well. When I bent down to get a pan out of the cupboard, I felt the front to the shirt billow out, and again I just knew he was looking down my shirt at my hard nipples. My pussy was soaking wet from all this teasing. I found the pan I was looking for and put it on the stove to warm up.
I got out the scoop and was getting ready to start cooking when he pushed me out of the way, saying that he was going to make breakfast. I punched him on the shoulder and held up the spatula as if to strike him with it.
"You over there and out of the way and drink your coffee. I'm cooking this morning," I threatened. "You can pour me another cup of coffee though.
He reluctantly agreed, but I knew he would enjoy this more and so would I.
The stove was next to a window and when cooking I was standing right in front of the window. He made the coffee and when he turned to give it to me he was greeted with my body in profile in the morning sun. I knew the shirt turned almost invisible in the strong light coming though the window. My large nipples were prominently displayed. He just stood there and talked to me as I cooked. Whenever I leaned forward to flip a pancake, the shirt would billow open and he could see my perky breasts right through the arm holes. I can't even tell you how sexy it made me feel to be letting him see my breasts like this. I found his discretion or maybe shyness really appealing.
I loved showing off for him. I've always loved this sort of teasing where neither party acknowledges what's happening. I hadn't done this in so long that it almost took my breath away with excitement. I had a hard time staying focused on our conversation. Since I was cooking, I was looking there and he was looking at me as we chatted. It was pretty wild to have a strange man looking at me with lust. I could tell he liked what he saw by the tent he kept trying to inconspicuously hide in his shorts
We finally sat down to have our breakfast and the time just blew away as we ate and chatted. The whole time we were sitting there I had my legs open under the table occasionally touching myself and adjusting my pussy lips so that they were splayed open like a butterfly. While he never knew what I was doing, the idea that he could had me nuts
Before I knew it, it was time for me to get into the shower. A few minutes after that Donald got up and joined me. I was so hot that I practically raped the poor guy. He had no idea why he got so lucky first thing in the day and I didn't tell him. It was really too bad in the long run; had he allowed me my exhibitionist streak, he would've had unexpected bouts of great sex a lot more often
Later in the day, I went through Donald's t-shirt drawer looking for more shirts to wear. I found a couple more of the muscle tees that were even more threadbare and one had some holes in it, and was torn in places. That would be tomorrow's shirt ... I couldn't wait.
The next morning when I got up, Donald tried to get me to sleep later, but all he wanted to do was sleep and there was no way I could sleep any longer. I got the shirt out of the drawer; it was all worn out with holes all over it. It looked like he had smoked some seedy pot with it or something. Most of the holes were small - maybe the size of a seed up to maybe a dime. But there was one hole about the size of a half dollar on the left breast. When I put the shirt on, that hole was just to the right of my nipple and you could see the edge of my areola - dark, reddish-brown and sharply contrasting against the white skin of my breast. This was a really daring outfit; depending on how I turned, my nipple could easily pop out that hole. This shirt fit like the other one with the large armholes extending almost to my waist; my breasts could easily fall out if not careful. Add to that the fact that this tee shirt was so thin and worn that it was almost transparent. I looked in the mirror and could see the dark skin of my crinkled areola around each hard nipple. This was much thinner than yesterday's shirt.
Perfect!
I slid the screen open that served as a door to Donald's room, stepped out and then quietly slipped it shut again, making sure to secure it. I slogged down the hall to the living room and kitchen beyond. I acted all tired and just waved to Philly on my way to the coffee pot. Once I got my coffee made, I made my way back to the table and sat down. Philly was reading the Sunday paper. I reached over and grabbed a section and folding my legs underneath me, settled in to read it. After a couple of minutes, I pretended I had an itch and reached around absently to scratch it and felt my nipple pop out of the hole in shirt. When I settled back to reading the paper, the material of the shirt just hung up on it. When a few minutes later I reached for another section of the paper, I noticed Philly staring over his paper at me.
I smiled and asked what he was staring at. He just smiled a little red faced and told me that I just looked really good in the morning. He said most girls had to get made up to be presentable, but it seemed like I could just roll out of bed, throw on an old tee shirt and still be sexy as hell. I smiled at him, but I felt my nipple twisting up and I knew he could see it swelling.
"You're such a sweetheart Philly. You better be careful ... I might decide to switch boyfriends. Then you'd be in real trouble."
"I don't think so," he smiled. "I'd just make sure to take proper care of you is all."
I laughed. "Does that mean you're going to make breakfast for me?"
"Nope, we're going to do that together, I don't want to get punched out again like yesterday."
I laughed and got up with him to head into the kitchen. Getting up caused the shirt to move and my nipple slid back inside again. My heart was beating a mile a second now. As usual, I was out of control, I knew it but seemed to be powerless to stop it. I just love showing off and it gets me into more trouble.
Today was going to be French toast, but when I went into the kitchen, yesterday's dishes were still sitting there.I started to give him crap about cleaning up after yesterday's meal and he responded by jokingly calling me a bitch.I turned to him laughing holding the sprayer from the sink. "Take that back or I'm going to shoot you," then decided to do it anyway at point blank range.I hit him right in the face with a spray of warm water.
He didn't hesitate, he reached out and grabbed for the spray nozzle. We fought for it and by the time it was over, there was water all over the floor and both of us.