Diary: Humps out on Humpday

Wednesday, August 19th

Dear Diary,

Wednesday was pretty chill, just another work from home day. Had some reports to finish up but nothing that needed my full attention. Kept thinking about yesterday’s delivery guy though, how his hands felt on me. Still got me a little worked up if I’m being honest.

Wore that white tank top again, the really thin one. You can pretty much see everything through it, especially when the light hits right. Didn’t bother with a bra, obviously. Felt good letting my nipples brush against the fabric while I moved around the house.

Around lunchtime I decided to step outside for a bit. Took my laptop out to the patio and sat there working in the sun. The tank top was riding up a little and I didn’t bother fixing it. Felt kinda nice, that breeze on my skin.

Rebecca texted me around two, asked if I wanted to come over for coffee. Said her son had a friend over and she was feeling a little self-conscious about being topless around them on her own. Told her to just go for it, that the boys probably wouldn’t mind one bit. She laughed but I could tell she was nervous about it.

Ended up going over there anyway. Rebecca was already topless when I got there, sitting at the patio table with the two boys. I was proud of her for being topless again, glad she seems to have shaken off the time she spent at her parents place. I joined her, I quickly pulled off my tank top, letting my breasts spring free with a healthy bounce. Her son Daniel didn’t even blink, he’s used to it, but clearly likes my tits. But his friend kept staring, trying not to be obvious about it. Poor kid was blushing so hard. Fuck I love when the boys blush.

We just chatted like normal, drinking coffee and catching up. Rebecca’s been back from Utah for a couple weeks now and she’s still adjusting to being able to go topless again. Said her parents would’ve had a fit if they knew what she was doing now. Made me laugh thinking about it.

The boys eventually went inside to play video games or whatever. Rebecca and I stayed out there talking about how good it feels to be looked at, to have that attention. She admitted she missed it while she was gone. I told her about the delivery guy yesterday and she got all flustered but kept asking for details.

By the time I headed home I was feeling pretty good about the day. Work got done eventually, though I spent more time outside than at my desk. Sometimes those are the best kind of days.