Necessary Exposure

Hayley stood before the mirror, working her brush through yet more tangles in her hair. As the brush pulled free, several drops of water fell from the ends of her hair, dripping onto her shoulder and down her breast. She looked at herself in the mirror. Age 40. Assessment. She wasn't 30 anymore, or even 35. Her breasts sagged a bit, but then, 38C was a mature size. Her skin wasn't quite... well, it was just looking aged. Not old, just older. Not clouded with spots, but not blemish-free either. A stretch line here and there. It didn't bother her. If she repeated that long enough, she would believe it, surely.

Her breasts retained their roundness, however. They hadn't gone flat like some of her friends. Steven would think it an ultimate irony, she supposed... his utter fascination with her boobs compared with what she felt was her own disinterest. They were boobs. Stuff them in a bra and you're done for the day... no need to dwell on them. But still, she did so now, and although she looked fine, she didn't really want to contemplate how her body would change over the next 10 years.

The feel of Steven's hands as he grasped under her breasts caught her by surprise. His touch was familiar, weighing he breasts and kneading them softly. She hadn't heard Steven come up from behind her. But he always seemed to show up for a look and a grab whenever she was naked. That was definitely a good thing. She wouldn't want him looking elsewhere. He now looked at her nude form over her shoulder, as they both shared in her reflection in the mirror. While she didn't receive any satisfaction from being groped, his fixed interest confirmed that 15 years of marriage had done nothing to lessen his interest in her breasts.

Her thoughts were interrupted as he offered, "I think they're heavier."

She wasn't at all embarrassed at being nude in front of him, but sometimes he certainly made her feel... She wasn't sure, maybe she felt like a specimen, subject to periodic tests. She recalled a few weeks earlier when she had gotten out of the bath, dried, and stood on the scale, putting her exercise and diet to the test. He had entered the bathroom, looked briefly at the scale reading, and issued a "hmmmmm." As now, his hands cupped both her breasts, and he had raised them slightly. "Ahh, three lbs!" He then tested the measurement by releasing one breast, watching the scale adjust, switching breasts, weighing again, and confirming the total. "Nice." Whatever that meant. Was there a certain breast weight that was now in vogue? Did he hear it on the 6:00 news? Did the New England Journal of Medicine publish a study? Ok, Cosmo then? Was this the kind of thing that guys talked about when they went bowling or played golf? In which case...

"I am NOT getting on the scale." This was just plain awkward. She pulled his hands away and returned to brushing her hair. He admired her breasts a little longer as she kept her arms, and therefore, breasts, raised, while working through her last of tangles of hair.

"Sorry, I just really like holding your breasts."

"Well, Steven, it's not like I haven't told you this before. Little girls don't grow up imagining about boys groping their breasts and squeezing them like they're those foam stress relief balls. And it's not like we grow into the idea. I put up with it because I know you like it, but it doesn't do anything for me."

"Ahhh, well maybe that's it. It calms me. I'm still stressed. Can I squeeze them some more?"

She gave him a playful sneer, effectively communicating her response. "Well, at least your groping feels better than what's coming in a few weeks."

Steven immediately looked interested. "What's that?"

"My annual mammogram."

"You've never really said much about them before. Is it awkward to show your breasts to a physician?"

She considered her answer. "Well, yes, it is, and it seems like doctor's offices are always cold." She regretted giving him the mental picture he was now surely forming... Wife, half-naked, hard nipples, distinguished doctor fondling her breasts. It was time to turn him away that particular thought.

"I've done it often enough. I suppose I'm used to it, but what the test involves..."

Steven interjected, "Ah, great! So you don't mind when others see your breasts. Topless beach, here we come!"

"No, we don't. I don't think you understand what a mammogram is. So look at it this way. You're having your penis examined. A doctor, and you can choose male or female, but let's make it a female just to fit the scene, puts on a latex glove and then not just fondles your privates, but forcibly presses her fingers into your flesh, looking for anything that doesn't feel like it belongs."

"OK. Well, that would be a little different, I admit, but it sounds like something some guys would pay for."

Hayley continued. "And then, after probing firmly into your flesh, you get an x-ray. The doctor or nurse has you place your penis on, let's say a vise, and then closes the vise on you, tightening, and tightening, and tightening, and... oh dear, your balls are blue. But now that you're penis is nice and flat, hold still while they take the picture. Get the picture?"

"Ya. Sounds painful." He looked thoughtful for a minute. And how in the hell had he managed to get his hands on her tits again? She saw him looking at her in the mirror again, and he added, "But, well, see, at least exposing your breasts to others can be beneficial! You should do that more often."

He was hopeless. She vaguely recalled several times when he had asked her to flash her tits in public places, where only he could see them. She squashed the thought. "Dear, no one wants to see my breasts, and there's more practical ways of helping humanity." She released his hands and turned to get dressed. Steven remained where he had been, looking thoughtful.

She was just cutting into her filet at Ferrell's, their favorite steakhouse, when Steven asked her, "So, only one more week until your workout?" She had no idea what he was talking about. He smiled at her, "Your...," he lowered his voice, "breast workout."

Huh? Oh! "I hope somebody sits in that booth behind us quickly, so we can drop this subject. Steven, I'm 40. I know you love my breasts, but, what happens as I move closer to 50? My skin is changing. They're going to sag more. I'm fighting stretch marks already. For fifteen years, I've been putting up with your groping. Still, I'm afraid of that day when you stop, because then I'm going to feel very unattractive. I just worry. I'm getting older. I..." Her thoughts trailed, her breasts not such a distant thought as she might of guessed in mid-life assessments. He probably touched them every day they hadn't been separated by his business travel. She looked at Steven, who suddenly looked worried, but his face quickly cleared as his eyes lowered to her breasts. She didn't even want to consider the number of men she had talked to that couldn't maintain eye contact because of her breasts. It irritated her that Steven, at times, was one of them.

"Hayley, I love you. I can't say that I don't love your breasts, because I do. But that's the point. I do love YOUR breasts, not somebody else's. For 15 years, yes, I've enjoyed you and them. They've changed from the girl of 25 to the mom at 40, but they're still wonderful. In fact, if you wanted to show them to me now..."

He inflected the "now" to a point where she couldn't tell if he was serious or joking. She chewed on a bite of steak, savoring the flavor and appearing as if she was considering the idea. She put her silverware on the table, put both hands on her lap, and looked around the booth seat down the aisle as if she was... She fixed on his eyes and gave a stern "No." Men! No, that wasn't quite it. Kids... He was a grown up kid...

Steven joined her in bed, and they cuddled. "Good luck tomorrow."

Huh? Ohhh. "Thanks, it'll be fine."

"I'm sure it will be. You've never complained about them before. I know it's just an evaluation... clinical, and all that. It's just a turn on that you're showing someone else your breasts."

Well, that wasn't quite the way she felt about it. "It's not 'showing' my breasts. It's just...necessary."

"'Necessary,' huh?" He changed his voice to a professorial tone. "'Necessary exposure of your breasts' doesn't sound like any fun."

That got a short laugh from her. She thought for a moment. "I think you've finally gotten the point. Well, it's more fun than visiting the gynecologist." Let him chew on that.

Hayley awoke late, hazily remembering Steven's earlier departure for work. She stretched, shifted slightly, and stared upwards, her eyes trailing the slow moving blades of the ceiling fan.

She couldn't help but think about the love play that they had shared the previous night. Steven had managed to push most of the right buttons, and it had been years since he had whispered in her ear as they enjoyed, for a while, anyway, a slow pace.

She really, really had no desire to show her body to anybody else. Yet, in the heat of passion, she had certainly seemed to. Was it just that, the saying of sweet...but that wasn't quite it, was it?...well then, naughty nothings during the moment to drive their lusts? Why was she thinking about it now? How had that ever come out? She thought a bit, trying to remember... She pulled the sheet down slightly, absently noticing the slight draft across her breasts. She glanced at them. Her nipples became erect as she looked, and her breasts still maintained a roundness, although they slipped to the side a bit more than they used to, she knew.

Oh yes, he had said how much of a turn it would be to watch her bare herself to another man, in a safe situation, whatever that might be! That was a necessary prelude to her own fantasies of a threesome, but Steven hadn't let the story go that way.

Instead, he had suggested the vulnerability she would feel of showing a man her breasts for the first time, giving way to a feeling of power as the man succumbed to her glorious assets. And while she still felt the idol worship Steven felt towards her breasts, it had been a long time since she had felt the newness of stripping for another man. Well, other than doctors. And that was where all of this had started, wasn't it? She didn't want to think about that just now. She returned to Steven watching her bare herself to another man, rolled over, placed a finger where it needed to be, and played out the scene to her own desired ends.

Damn Steven! Yes, it was necessary, and it hadn't bothered her before. But somehow, he had twisted her thoughts around, and it wasn't the cool temperature that caused her nipples to be erect as the doctor pressed into her breasts, making small circles with his fingers. Here she was, without a blouse or bra, and a reasonably attractive doctor, roughly about her own age, was looking at her breasts... and manipulating them between his incredibly tactile fingers.

At last, his probing stopped. He began talking. "I didn't feel any indications of any problems." She noted that he was talking to her breasts. Yes, his eyebrow movement suggested that he was still being professional, as if, perhaps, discussing a sample in a vial. But the fact was that he was looking at her breasts. He was still saying something to her breasts, so she inhaled deeply, thrusting her chest perceptively outward. Why had she done that!

She noted his demeanor change immediately, as he betrayed a quick expression of surprise and, she thought, appreciation. Maybe that was why... Then his eyes quickly found their way to her own. "Nurse Powell will assist you through the X-ray, and we'll be in touch after they're reviewed in a week or so. Nurse?" And with that, he gathered his clipboard and gave a final nod to both her and her tits before turning towards the door. She couldn't believe it. A doctor who sees breasts all the time had given hers yet another look. Huh!

The attending nurse left with the doctor, and it was a few minutes before Nurse Powell entered.

"Mary! Hi! I didn't know you worked here."

"I have for years, but I worked with two other doctors in the practice. How are you?"

They quickly caught up with each other, it having been a couple of months since they had met at the neighborhood Labor Day pool party.

"Actually, Hayley, I didn't know you came here either until very recently, when I received a very strange request."

Hayley expected her to say something, but instead, Mary took an envelope from her clipboard and handed it to her.

Hayley opened the letter, which was sealed. She could have said she recognized Steven's handwriting, but it was typed. Still, it was Steven's typing:

Dear Hayley,

Guess what? I love your tits! Surprised? I tried to think of occasions when it might be necessary for you to expose your breasts, aside from medically. I couldn't think of any! Well, quickly, anyway... But then I kept thinking about it, and, you know me... All I can tell you is that you will be well rewarded. That reward includes travel, arranged kid care, great food, warm climes, and intimate companionship. However, I've made an adventure of it. I can't tell you more, as it will all be gradually revealed as you move from clue to clue.

Steven and his games. She'd prefer it he just said he'd take her on a beach getaway if she'd flash a trucker on the way. She hadn't done that before, and she didn't particularly want to, but it would be so much simpler. She saw Mary looking at her, interested. "Sorry, not finished yet."

At any point, you can say "no." And I'll understand. Just dial my cell phone, and it's "quits."

Good!

But before you do, you should know that your breasts inspire my lusts, and it's my proposition that I'm nowhere close to being unique among men in my admiration.

The doctor came to mind far too readily.

I see it every day when we pass men - in the mall, in parking lots, in restaurants. Their eyes always drift to your wonderful tits, and I think you know it. And, too, I think you have the self-confidence to proceed through the points I have planned. I think...

But what fun is this for me? Ahh, glad you asked! You'll be collecting a record of your travels, for my benefit, of course! If you're game, it begins with removing the camera I placed in your purse this morning and handing it to Mary, telling her "okay." She has no idea what this is about, but is playing a small part.

S.

What if she didn't say "okay?" He didn't give an option, but apparently, the trip would be off. What could he have possibly planned? It seemed like months since they had been on a date. She really wanted to dwell on this, but Mary was looking at her expectantly. "Hang on, let me read this one more time." Mary grinned, adding somewhat quizzically, "Sure."

She re-read the note, focusing on the saying "no" at any point. Mary looked pressed for time. With mental reservations still unexplored, she said, "Okay!" for Mary's sake. She could always back out later. She retrieved her camera from her purse, and handed it to Mary.

Mary asked, "Steven said he was curious to see what this X-ray was about, so you're okay with it?"

"Sure, I think."

"Okay then, tell me how to operate your camera. Is it digital?"

"Yes. Power on here, zoom here, depress here slightly for focus, then the rest of the way to take the picture."

"Ok, hang on a sec." Mary retrieved her cell phone from her waist and dialed. "Hey, it's Mary. She said 'okay.'" She listened briefly and hung up. "I take it there's more to this than he's told me."

"It's the start of some grand adventure, he tells me, but I can truthfully say he hasn't made it clear to me. Apparently this is the first pebble in a trail that leads somewhere fun. I'm thinking it's a beach somewhere. Not a bad ending to day that begins with a mammogram, I think."

Mary looked impressed. "I'll say. I wish Stan would be as considerate."

"Considerate? I'm not sure that's the right word. He's creative, anyway. But, sometimes Steven gets weird ideas. I'll wait and see how this turns out."

Mary was as efficient with the camera as she was with the X-ray process.

"I hope I took enough pictures."

"Trust me. I think five should be plenty. Thanks, I think. You would think if he wanted pictures, he'd want complimentary ones instead of..."

Mary laughed at that. "Well, it certainly made my day a little different. I'd appreciate you not telling anyone about this. I'm not sure the doctors would like it."

"I'll keep quiet if you keep quiet. How's that?"

"A deal. It's not something I'd want to tell Stan, anyway. He might want some pictures too." Mary winked at her and turned to leave. "Oh yeah, one more note. I wish I could hang around to see what it's about, but you'll have to tell me later. Gotta go. See ya."

She opened the envelope. "Thanks for playing! Please go to the first floor of Westcott Mall. Near the common mall entrance adjacent to Rich's is a Fotoflash machine. You'll find $2 worth of quarters in the change slot in the car. Take a set of pictures of "the subject matter" and await further instructions."

This was a far cry from passing secret messages like a CIA agent, but, still, Hayley found herself surprisingly excited about the next, hmmm, link, in Steven's sinister plan. His note wasn't specific, and she could aggravate him by taking a picture with her blouse still on, but... this wouldn't be so hard, would it?

The mall in question was one of the nicest in the city, and the food court drew large crowds at lunchtime, which it now was. She found the photo machine, but she was less enthusiastic about it due to the number of people walking through the area. She saw that the machine required $2, so Steven had carefully scoped this out. Which she guessed was reassuring. A view screen on the side showed a series of pictures of two teenage girls hamming for the camera... Not exactly the best photo quality in the world.

Instead of sitting and waiting for the lunch traffic to diminish, she went to the food court for a bite to eat, and then returned to a mall bench near the machine. The foot traffic finally slowed, and she couldn't see anyone in the area other than an almost elderly black man at a shoe shine stand near the entrance. She quickly walked to the machine and inserted the coins before ducking into the booth and closing the curtain as fully as it would extend. She removed her blouse, and just before removing her bra, she pressed the start button. She barely got into position before the first picture was taken. Three others followed in 10 second intervals, amidst nervous jitters, and she quickly redressed. She parted the curtain cautiously, for no reason than the slight fear that some man may have seen something around the curtain. But there was no one walking in the area.

She was excited again, not in the sense of being turned on, but rather having done something "naughty," especially now that she was past the moment and hadn't been caught. Mall security guards! She hadn't thought about them. Probably a good thing. That Steven...

She stood outside the machine while waiting for the pictures. It took a full minute for the pictures to eject from the machine. She looked at them... Good, her face wasn't in them, although her chin was on the first one. They weren't crisply focused, but did she really care? The last couple came out decently, she guessed. Decently indecent.

Now, she was supposed to await instructions. There was still nobody around. After several minutes, the shoe shine man walked up to her, almost apologetically. He was well dressed and had the look of a man who had been in his trade for many years. His head had a way of nodding, and she wasn't certain if it was an affected mannerism or a nervous habit.

"Excuse me, ma'am. I think I might have something for you."