“The Uber is on its way”, I said to my wife as she stepped out of the bedroom in her flowing white and yellow sundress, snugly hugging her small, but perky breasts and draping over her perfect hips to just above her knee. Sara has always had the perfect sized chest where she could get away without wearing a bra and the spaghetti straps left more than enough to the imagination.
“Ok great”, she said. “I’m almost done my makeup.” She was the kind of woman that didn’t need makeup because she was blessed with smooth pale skin and she regularly took care of it with moisturizers. But tonight, tonight was a special night, so she added just a touch of eyeliner and mascara while she applied the final touches of her red lipstick.
Within minutes, the driver arrived and as we scurried out the door, I couldn’t help but lightly squeeze her little round ass while she walked by. She gave me a sly grin and bounced towards the waiting Uber. As I opened the rear door for her, she told me to go first. A little-known secret is that she likes sitting behind the passenger seat so she can see if the driver is checking her out in the rearview mirror. She’s a bit of a closet exhibitionist.