The Joke That Backfired

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It all started with a joke. I have to go out of town three times a year with my high school students for regional competitions in various technical fields. We have to have a proper teacher/student ratio on these trips. With money tight in the districts, the teachers have to double up in the hotel rooms. My husband always teases me with comments like, ‘Which male teacher are you rooming with this time?’ or ‘Make sure to pack your red lace teddy.’ Har har. So this trip I was rooming with Melanie, the new Culinary Arts teacher in her first year out of college. As the kids were scrambling excitedly through the hotel halls, we went around to make sure that they stayed in their assigned rooms. We were finally free to make it into our own room and began to unpack. We were talking excitedly about the next day’s competitions as we pulled stuff out of our overnight bags. I was paying little attention as I threw stuff on my bed and I grabbed some piece of clothing and pulled it out of my overnight bag. Melanie started giggling. I looked in my hand to see what she’s looking at and I see a fire engine red one piece nightie! “That bastard! I’ll kill him!” I turned about as red as the nightie as I stuffed it back in my bag. “This is my husband’s demented idea of a joke, Melanie.” I then told her the whole story. “So, he thinks I’m in a room with a male teacher and hides this… this ‘thing’ in my luggage! Wait until I call him later!” Still fuming, I step into the bathroom to get ready for bed. It takes a while for me to brush my teeth and take off my makeup. I had taken off my blouse but didn’t feel that it was a big deal having Melanie see me in my bra. I mean, I still had my slacks on. So, I stepped out of the bathroom to go get my ‘real’ flannel PJs and there is Melanie, posing in front of the mirror in MY red nightie! “Oh, my God! Melanie! That’s not funny! It… it doesn’t even fit you!” Melanie is 23 or so… very petite but with a very nice figure. In fact, I had really no idea how nice her figure was until I saw it in my nightie. Her breasts are at least a C cup I would think (mine are large B’s or small C’s, depending on the bra) so she was sort of spilling out of the lacy cups. But it wasn’t doing her much good from the waist down… it was kind of hanging off of her hips. I hadn’t really regained my ‘girlish figure’ after the birth of my 10 year old, Nathan. But I’m not fat by any means. Melanie is probably a 36 while I’m a 34. I’m not much into lingerie and I don’t think I’ve worn that thing since the first week back home from the hospital. My husband had bought it for me shortly after I got on my feet after coming home. He was isvecbahis horny and gave it to me as a ‘coming home present’. Anyway, it was sort of old fashioned in that it had the two snaps at the crotch for quick and easy action and those snaps were fastened, but to little avail on Melanie as the snaps are about an inch below her groin area. Her short hair was in a full bob and with her red highlights, I have to admit my nightie was a good color on her. I realized I had been stammering and quickly look away…or …it was quickly, right? I mean, I wasn’t staring. Was I? I remember my husband saying that with my nipples being so big and full from the pregnancy that you could see my dark brown ‘pancakes’(as he called my pregnancy-transformed areolas) through the lace from a mile away. They never did go back to the way they were before I got pregnant. Were Melanie’s visible in it, too? I… I couldn’t see any notice of them as I stared, so I guessed she had rather light skinned ones. But she has a rather dark complexion like me, so shouldn’t I have been able to see them? “Terri! You must approve. What are you looking at?!” she giggled. “Melanie! Take that old thing off. It doesn’t fit you. And throw it away. I never wear it anymore. I hate that thing! WAIT! I don’t mean take it off now… you know what I mean.” I just knew I was blushing like crazy. “I’m gonna kill Ken when I get home, I swear!” Maybe I was staring, I don’t know. I bet Ken would love to see her spilling out of that thing! Melanie preened in front of the mirror, laughing. “Well, it fits ok. And it’s comfy! I think I’ll sleep in it. It’s not like any of the students will see me, or the other teachers! We wear about the same size bra, Terri,” ‘Ha!’ I laughed. “Yeah, well you’re the head-turner on the faculty. These old bags are starting to get the middle-age droop! Yours are much… *cough*…never mind.” I instinctively raised my hand to my chest and realized for the first time that I only have my bra on. I looked down at myself. It was just a plain white cotton number. Nothing special. I reminisced back to a time when my boobs stuck straight out like Melanie’s do now. There was a time when Ken couldn’t keep his paws off of them. “Bull-hockey! I bet you can fit into mine just fine.” With that, Melanie bent down to pick her bra up off the floor. As she did, I saw her genitals very clearly through the opening of the nightie between her legs. Goodness, she was… all shaved! I never could get up the nerve to do that to myself. It looked so smooth. It struck me that only someone with a lot of self-assurance would do that. I know that sounds stupid but as I stared at it for that isveçbahis giriş brief instant, I realized that I was really not too confident of my sexuality, even with all the compliments I get from my husband. I mean, for 39, I’m not bad. I work out and can still fit into a size 8 dress. Not wanting to be accused of staring again, I closed my eyes and instinctively turned my back on Melanie while I tried to tell myself that I bet Ken would find a shaved pussy sexy. Or would he? I was lost in these thoughts and before I realized what was happening, Melanie had come up behind me, unhooked my bra and pulled the straps from my shoulders! “Here, teach, put this on. I won’t look at you while you do. I promise!” She slung her bra over my shoulder and as I reached out to get it, my bra flew off my right arm. I grabbed hers at the same time I realized mine was mostly off. I quickly pulled hers to myself and figured I should get hers on before she might see my boobs. Maybe I’m too self-conscious about the sag of my breasts. This was ridiculous but I was curious… it was a nice bra. I bet it fits better than the cheap ones I usually buy. I pulled my arms through the straps as quickly as I could and I heard her giggling behind me as she hooked me up. I quickly thrust the bottom elastic below my breasts to get into it. Good. I didn’t think she saw me topless. She grabbed my arm and pulled me over in front of the mirror. I frowned as I looked at myself. I was right. I was swimming in these big cups! The bra was one of those smooth, one piece cup, lycra bras… an expensive one. So the material didn’t collapse onto my shape. “OK, maybe you’re a little small for it, but not much. We’ll just pretend you’re like half the girls down the hall who pad themselves up to look bigger.” With that, she grabbed a box of Kleenex off the dresser and began yanking out about four or five tissues while she continued giggling. She was standing behind me as we both faced the mirror and I put my hand out to take the tissues, but she reached over my shoulder and started to stuff the tissues inside the right cup of the bra herself! Her fingers were cold on my breast. Gawd! Her fingers WERE on my boob!!! I stiffened up as she shimmied the Kleenex to the underside of the cup, hoisting up my right boob until it filled the upper part of the cup. I stared at myself but didn’t move as she got the ammo for the other cup. Her hand… it… it was ‘in there’!! I never had a girl… woman touch me there before. I started to protest… “Melanie, I know you’re trying to boost my confidence, but…” “Shhhh! Be still. I’m almost done.” Then her other hand worked its way into isveçbahis yeni giriş the left cup, under my breast. I could feel her breasts in contact with my bare back. Was she ‘fumbling’ more this time? Her breath was on my neck. Her breasts in my back. Was it getting hot in the room? I stared into the mirror. Yes, she was taking longer to get this boob correctly situated, or at least it seemed. I was probably just imagining it. I interlaced the fingers of my hands in front of me. This sort of squeezed my breasts together a little, showing more cleavage. And my hands were so close to my vagina I almost wished I was alone for a while. She pulled her hand out slowly and evidently sensed what I was trying to accomplish. She put both hands on the outside of my breasts and pushed them more toward the center and my cleavage looked much better than it had without the tissues, that’s for sure. She was studying me and smiling at her creation. I found myself smiling, too. “See? What’s there not to like? I always wear these heavier cup bras to school because my nipples get hard a lot and I don’t want to get the boys distracted. But your nipples don’t seem to get hard.” “Well, sometimes when Ken… I mean… they sometimes do when…,” my voice trailing off as I wondered if this was disappointing to her. Wait! What was I thinking!? I sure didn’t need her approval. We hardly knew each other. This had better stop soon. It just wasn’t right. “Besides, how do you know they don’t get hard, Melanie?” “Honey, I was just in there! I should know! Besides, there’s nothing wrong with soft tips! It often means that there’s a bigger puffy surface and that’s sexy! I wish my areolas weren’t so tiny! Even with big boobs, I look smaller because of that. Are you as dark there as I think you are?” My Italian heritage was giving me away, I suppose. “Well. It just so happens you are right about how large my ni… ah, my ‘tips’ are. But, hey! That’s enough of this talk. This was silly. I shouldn’t have let you…” She hooked one finger inside the bra strap at my shoulder blade and slowly pulled it off my shoulder… not letting go. She was slowly pulling it further down my arm as the left bra cup inverted. Instead of lifting a hand to stop her my fingers clinched my hands together tightly in front of my panties, frozen. Like a grape being peeled, it slowly started to expose the soft flesh of my upper breast. We both stared at the reflection in the mirror. The dark brown of my areola came into view… then my soft puffy nipple, even browner than the surrounding flesh, was exposed to our mutual glance. I thought; ‘I guess I didn’t look too bad…’ I didn’t want to disappoint the first adult that looked at my body besides Ken. The tissues fell to the floor as now my whole tit was out. Was she smiling? Was that a soft moan of approval? I felt my hands rubbing up and down my thighs in nervousness.

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