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I’ve posted these two incidents a while back, but they’re appropriate for this thread…


In my 20s my girlfriend at the time and I and could finally afford our first “proper” holiday which turned out to be a cheap late deal to Gran Canaria. I’d joked about topless sunbathing, an idea on which she seemed quite keen. She was also a great one for watching porn (this was pre-internet when all you had was ye olde VHS videos brought over from Amsterdam – hardcore used to be illegal in the UK thanks to the crusty old farts in Parliament). We’d talked about maybe getting involved in porno-esque activities (eg, threesomes or whatever) and agreed if the chance came up on holiday we’d give it a go.

We got to our resort and hotel early evening. I urgently needed info about football results so we hit the bar area to hunt down some likely looking Brits. These turned about to be two friendly and welcoming blokes from (I think) Nottingham. We got on very well and had a few beers with much flirting between them and her (she was very attractive – slim, great figure, 36C boobs).

The next couple of days she did indeed sunbathe topless and the third day of the holiday we were on sun loungers by the pool only to be greeted by our two companions from the first night. Vicky was apparently unphased by people we theoretically “knew” chatting to her while topless.

More beers were brought from the bar while they were flirting away with my girlfriend. It turned out that they were off soon on some pre-paid trip plus they were flying home the next day. Vicky suggested I get a photo of her with them. She was reclining on a sun lounger wearing only bikini bottoms and I got the two guys to lay on sun loungers either side of her. For the first photo I asked them to hold a boob each, which Vicky agreed to as did (unsurprisingly) the guys. Next I said “boobs exposed, but Vicky put your hands down their shorts” which she did without any hesitation. As I was taking the next photo I could tell she was giving both cocks a crafty massage.

The two guys had to go but Vicky said afterwards that the boob fondling had given both of them a raging hard-on and as she was giving them a slow jerk-off she’d rubbed the flat of her thumb over the end of both cocks and they were both sopping wet.

Nothing heavy or hardcore, but a nice memory all the same.



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My wife mentioned that in the past she’d regularly sunbathed nude with one of her pals on the countryside walk between Cambridge and Grantchester (a route that’s riven with tourists, students and people punting up the river Cam) sunbathed topless as a teenager on family holidays infront of everyone, and sunbathed topless on holidays abroad in her younger days.

However, on any holiday we’ve been on she’s kept covered up to the extent that she reacted with horror when I’ve opened the hotel room curtains as she came out the shower in a room that was top floor and not overlooked!

Then on the last day of the same holiday (southern Spain) we were by the pool and she complained about the heat to which I replied “well take THAT off then!”, pointing at the wraparound thing she was wearing. “But I’m only wearing pants under here” came the reply. I reacted in a manner that suggested nobody would care less if she lost the lot, what with us being surrounded by a bunch of topless female sunbathers. More than a touch frustrated by this point.

I went and got drinks and as I returned she undid the wraparound and took it off, giving me a big smile in the process. At last followed a sustained period of toplessness, including us being passed and spoken to the bloke who I’d been discussing the football with in the bar the night before (and had been joined by my wife during the conversation). She didn’t bat an eye at revealing her 36Fs to someone we’d got to know - this after years of poolside prudery.