Story time..
This is what happened about 2 weeks before I met my now wife…
Sooo where to even begin I have this friend we will call her Jami… We practically grew up together but lost contact for a very long time… until she re entered my life in my late 20s and everytime I was around her the sent of her drove me crazy, the way her breasts pushed the limits of what her shirt could hold back..
She was always teasing mess hard as she could, honestly I think she got off on toying with me cause she knew we were life long friends and she knew I wanted her.. skip forward a few years and she asked me to take her to get a tattoo from my guy cause she didn’t wanna go alone and I obliged, I mean how could I say no with what she had on tight ripped up jeans a tight tank top no bra. So we get there and as she’s getting tattooed she asks to hold my hand understandably so lol but as I’m sitting there she lets go and starts looking at my tattoos on my arm making sure my hand and arm are rubbing up against her nipples through her shirt as she squeezed her thighs together making sure I seen.. I kept growing more frustrated as this tattoo seemed to take forever..