My First Exposure

My First Exposure
Meeting My Paperboy
Part-1
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This story is woven around an old friend’s fantasy
she shared with me over a span of nearly 30 years.
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Like a lot of women, I’ve had some fantasies during my 40+
years, but had never had the opportunity or nerve to live
any of them until Mike took me for a fantastic massage
last month.

I ended up feeling physically great and so very excited that
I was nude under my towel as Mike watched another man give
me a really professional massage. But the best part was
after … on the ride home and later in bed as Mike and I
re-talked all about that massage, the masseur and how it
turned us both on.

One thing that did for me, besides the obvious, was to free
my mind to the possibility that fantasies are good but living
them is, although maybe scary, even better.

Living with Mike has allowed me to throw away all the prudish
and conventional things I was afraid of and to start living and
thinking more independently and freely about life and what I
enjoy in life.

Mike loves me very much. I know that and he takes such
compassionate care for my well being that, around him, I can
really be the person I want to be, safe in the knowledge that
he’ll always be there for me.

So, Gradually, over time, I started letting my brain wander
to other possibilities for my mind and body to experience.

When we moved into our new home recently, a young man came by
to see if we wanted to subscribe to the town newspaper. This was
not my image of the average Paper Boy. If he was still in his
teens, he must be at least 17 or maybe even 18. But … things
happen to change our lives’ schedule and who was I to criticize.

Since we were very busy and right in the middle of unpacking our
“stuff” Mike told him to come back next Saturday and we’d talk
about it. After he left, Mike winked at me and said, “Here’s
your chance to add to your flashing fantasy and give the young
guy a real treat at the same time.”

I just laughed at him and said, “Are you kidding. I’m too old to
do anything like that; too old to appeal to a man that young. And
besides, I wouldn’t have the nerve anyway.”

Mike said, “At least you’ll get the chance Saturday. Hey, if it
feels good, go for it. The kid is coming by about 3 in the
afternoon and I’ve got to go to work for a couple of hours in the
morning, but I can be here discreetly to support you if you need
so…..” as he showed me his devilish grin.

When Saturday came, I was still undecided whether to do any
flashing for the paperboy. But when Mike returned after his few
hours of work, I started thinking about it more seriously. And the
more I thought about it, the more I thought, why not.

But what I would wear to tease a teenage boy.

Mike hadn’t said a word since arriving home, but I knew what
he wanted … as much for me as for his enjoyment, but he was
leaving it entirely up to me. Supportive, but not controlling.

After a few minutes of pondering, I decided I could at least
put on some clothes that would allow a little flash if the
opportunity (and my nerve) came up.

I was really scared stiff at the thought of what I was
considering. All sorts of negative thoughts ran through my
mind. What if he doesn’t like me? What if he thinks I’m ugly?
What if … … …?

But what I had recently learned about myself and about human
fantasies, sure, they can be scary, but the inner fright
only serves to heighten the enjoyment … or so my Mike said.
And, so far, he had been right.

To top that off, I knew with him around I would be safe and that
he’d bail me out if I got into a situation that I really didn’t
like or want.

So with that thought, I decided to put on a knee length loose
blue skirt and a white cotton shirt that had a low scoop neckline.

Mike bought it a month ago for me but because it was so thin and
revealing I didn’t think I would ever have the nerve to wear it
in front of anyone except Mike.

In fact I hadn’t even tried it on yet. But, what the heck, I
decided to try it.

The panties I put on were some thin cotton bikinis I had. This
was conservative enough that if I decided not to do anything but
show a little of my breasts through the shirt that would be ok.
But they also gave possibilities if I decided to flash a little
bit more.

The white top seemed thin enough to show a little of my nipples,
but if they behaved themselves and didn’t get hard it would be OK.
Well, not that thin, really. Even though you could just barely
see my nipples through it. I’d seen far more revealing blouses on
the street.

I laughed to myself about finally getting into the current
fashions.

After getting dressed I checked myself in the mirror.

Not too bad for a 47 year old lady, but I hadn’t realized how
clearly I would be able to see my nipples showing through the
shirt. It was much thinner than I thought. I decided to practice
a little and see what I could do to show them off even more.

Standing in front of the mirror, I put my hand under my shirt and
started to play with my nipples. After a minute or so, I put my
shirt back down and took a look. Wow, they really showed through.
Not only could I see the outline of the nipples, but the areola
surrounding them showed through very clearly. It was almost like
wearing nothing at all!

I bent over pretending I was reaching for something to see how
far you could see down the front.

Boy!!, this shirt had all kind of possibilities. It was a little
loose and you could see all the way down to my stomach through
the cleavage.

I put my arms together causing the shirt to gap more and I could
clearly see my nipples! In fact, if I moved just right they almost
came out of the shirt!!!

I felt like a wicked woman as I studied my body in the mirror.