Hi. I’m Pinky, and for those of you who haven’t met me on Lushstories. I am 5’ 1” and a little plump. I’m okay with that since my husband, Durk, likes me that way. More for him to hold on to, he tells me. I have 36D boobs, though in the story I am about to tell you, my boobs were 36C. I wasn’t as plump back then when the story I am about to tell you happened.

This is a true experience from about six years ago, when we lived in a city that had casinos. It started with something small. A tiny piece of metal on the rear door, passenger side, of our SUV that my husband had been “meaning to fix” for months.

One evening after we had gotten home from shopping, I stepped out to grab my purse from the backseat, arms full of groceries, when my sundress caught on it. I couldn’t free myself, and couldn’t open the door. Just stuck there, half laughing, half annoyed.

“Can you open this?” I called Durk.

He walked around, took one look, and I swear, I saw the idea hit him. You know that look? The one that means this is about to turn into something?

Over the next few days, his “repair project” turned into something very different. One sundress turned into two… then three… then more. Durk was on a mission. Using an Exacto knife, each sundress was carefully “adjusted” just a little more than the last. We tested them at a quiet park, pretending to be at one of the casino valets. The first time? Nothing happened, except me almost getting pulled along with the car.

“Okay, maybe not that one,” I said, just a little scared.

But he didn’t give up. Each attempt got closer, and each dress just a little more cooperative. Until finally, the sixth one worked perfectly. One smooth pull and just like that, there was a sharp pull… a whisper of fabric giving way, and suddenly the air hit my bare skin all at once. My boobs exposed, the softest part of me completely uncovered, leaving me standing there in nothing but my white bikini panties.

I stood there in the dark, heart racing, trying to process what had just happened, while he looked entirely too proud of himself.

“That’s the one,” he said.

Of course it was.

By Saturday night, we were going to do it. And suddenly, it didn’t feel like a funny little experiment anymore. It felt real.

I stood in front of the mirror in a simple white sundress and pink heels. The thin fabric barely skimming over me with nothing underneath but a pair of pink bikini panties and just enough movement to remind me how little it would take for everything to be seen.

“No bra,” he insisted. I rolled my eyes but gave in. The rest? He wanted me to take off my panties too, but I said “NO”. But after he kept insisting, let’s just say I compromised and swapped my bikini panties for a tiny pink thong that barely covered anything.

One vodka martini later, just enough to take the edge off, we were on our way. The valet was busy. Cars lined up with people waiting, and lights everywhere. Too many people. Way too many people.

“This is fine,” I told myself. It was not fine.

Our turn came. We pulled up, and Durk stepped out. I followed and shut my door. The valet driver slid into the driver’s seat and right on cue…

“Wait!” I said, tapping the window. “I need my purse.”

He nodded politely, and I opened the rear passenger door, leaned in, and grabbed my purse. As I was closing the door, I made sure the sundress caught. Feeling that slight pull against my side, just enough to know what was about to happen, and just enough to make my heart start racing before it even began. Just a tiny catch, just enough.

“All good!” I said with a smile.

And then he drove off. It happened in one quick motion. A pull, a shift, and suddenly, I wasn’t wearing a sundress anymore. Just like that, it was gone. For a split second, everything froze. Then, “Whoa!”, “Wow!”, “Mercy!” Voices. Reactions. Too many of them. I was a bit overwhelmed, and I could feel the cool night air caressing my skin.

There was nowhere to hide, even if I wanted to. I stood there, stunned, hands instinctively coming up to cover my boobs, my heart racing like it was trying to escape. Durk was suddenly right next to me, guiding me forward, and I realized that everyone was watching. And I mean everyone! I vaguely remember somebody slapping my ass as we walked to the Valet entrance. Not hard, but I felt it, and admittedly, I liked it.

Inside, someone handed me a short jacket, barely covering down to my waist, but it was something. We had to wait for the valet driver to bring our SUV. Of course we did. Which meant sitting there trying to act normal while very aware of how little that jacket actually covered. The way it shifted every time I moved, and how easy it would have been for anyone paying attention to see a little more than I intended. While people kept looking, some smiling, some trying to make conversation, some definitely not being subtle. I could feel the adrenaline still buzzing through me. Part shock, part embarrassment, and part something else I wasn’t quite ready to admit yet. Excitement.

When our SUV finally came around, I handed the jacket back, took a breath, and I walked out. Shoulders back, arms at my sides, and not covering anything this time. I let them see exactly what had caused all the commotion in the first place. No rushing or hiding. Just walking. And behind me? Clapping and lots of whistles. I didn’t turn around. I didn’t need to.

Once in our SUV, Durk said, ‘Wow! Look how hard your nipples are!’

We laughed the entire way home. The kind of laughing where you can’t quite believe what you just did. But you know, and you’re not going to forget it. And the way my body still felt when we got home, well, let me just say the night didn’t end at the valet. And maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t the last time something like that happened.

Thank you for reading about this experience of mine!