Tara takes a few sips of wine, removes her bra from underneath her shirt, and hands it to me. She then swigs the last of her wine and heads back in the house without saying a word. I'm left on the porch alone, aroused and nervous with Tara's wonderful lacy bra that I had fantasized about so many times. I wanted to keep it but didn't want to get caught with it so I stuck it underneath the seat of the car and returned inside. I was now very anxious because I knew that I could peek down her shirt before when she had her bra on and now she was not wearing one.
Option 1: Tara finds a reason to bend down around me the rest of the night; giving me free looks at her bare chest.
Option 2: Tara acts as though nothing has changed but everybody else there notices she no longer has a bra on.
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