My wife’s friend randomly showed me one of her tits twice during our conversation

It happened during a get together at our house. It was getting close to the end of the night, and my wife’s friend and I were having a conversation on our back deck. We’ll call her Annie.

Well Annie and I were talking about tipping. When to tip, when not to tip, how much to tip, etc.

I was going on about how the definition of a good tip has changed drastically in the past decade. 12% to 15% to 20% now.

She listened to me intently as I droned on, maintaining eye contact and nodding her head in agreement. When I finally finished my long winded speech, she responded.

“Well honestly that’s for you to worry about,” she said. “This will always be a good tip for women.”

As she finished her sentence, she brought a hand up to her shirt and grabbed the fabric near her neckline. She pulled her shirt down on one side of her chest, letting one of her tits pop out into view.

My eyes went wide while I followed her movements down to her chest. As soon as her tit was out, her nipple immediately became the center of my gaze. I noticed her watching me like a hawk in my peripheral vision, but I couldn’t break my eyes away from her boob.

As quickly as her tit had appeared, she brought her shirt back up and it disappeared from view.

Frankly I was speechless. I didn’t know what to say. My eyes finally shifted from her chest back up to her face. My mouth hung open, wordless.

Then, like a glitch in the matrix. She did it again.

“See, this *will* always be a great tip for women.”

Annie grabbed her shirt’s neckline and pulled it down again. Her exposed titty greeted me for a second time. I wished I could take a mental screenshot.

“Wow I think that has to be the best tip I’ve ever gotten,” I finally said as I admired her breast.

“See I told you. But it only works for us, sorry.” Annie said before pulling her shirt back up.

“That’s fine with me. As a man, I’ll take that as a tip anytime,” I told her, my eyes pulling away from her chest.

She smirked at me and gave me a devious look. The kind of look that says, ‘Yeah I’d fuck you.’

Well the message was clear. But now wasn’t the time or place.

“I knew you would,” Annie giggled and playfully hit me. “But keep my tips to yourself okay. Not everyone deserves a good tip.”

She winked at me.

“Of course Annie. Only the best service for you.” I joked. She laughed at that.

Our conversation went on for a while after that before we rejoined the majority of people inside the house. Nothing else happened that night with Annie but boy oh boy I’ve been thinking about her gorgeous tits ever since.