When I first met my girlfriend she dressed fairly conservatively (which still couldn’t hide her curves) but recently she’s had what I’d call an “awakening.” I posted about her surprise boob-revealing dinner dress about a month ago:
> Flash forward to last night, our Friday night date. We’re meeting at a fancy French restaurant (Raspoutine, in Miami) to celebrate my raise. I’m a little early, I have a seat in our booth. A few minutes later she strolls in, totally dolled up—hair done, makeup perfect—and wearing a ridiculously hot outfit. It’s a tight, jet-black (matches her hair) dress with “cutouts” for her boobs and a piece stretched across her front to hold them in and (barely) cover her nipples. She’s a busty girl (Turkish/Latina mix), so large amounts of tittage are exposed. It’s sexy as hell. It felt like the entire restaurant was watching her walk up to our booth and kiss me. It was an amazing feeling. Then, she leaned in and whispered in my ear to tell me she’s not wearing any panties. (Anyone watching must have wondered what she told me from my facial expression alone.) She gives me a sly little smile and slides into our booth. I sat back down into the booth, probably looking stunned.