Girl Showing on the Beach
 

I'm not sure of this qualifies as ENF or Voyeur. Whatever, it was fun!

I was hiking around a relatively small lake several days ago. There is a sandy beach area with concessions that always makes it worthwhile to walk slowly and with sunglasses that obscure your eyes! It's fairly obvious that women's swim wear is not designed to hide much, and there really is no way that a woman doesn't know what her suit accentuates. Some suits either have no lining or the lining is so thin as to clearly show the outline of nipples and often camel toe, and many suits, lining or not, are designed to draw attention to ass, pussy, tits, or all three. As I was walking, I wondered what the reaction would be if you just randomly commented on some aspect of a woman's body that she pretty clearly was displaying.

Away from the beach, you run into people walking, and people here and lying in the grass, fishing, walking dogs, etc. Often the view is as good as it is on the beach, and I thought that if I was going to try commenting, I'd be better off doing it not in a crowd. I also figured there was a better than even chance that I'd get a very negative reaction and I really didn't want that in the middle of lots of folks.

Walking along the back side of the lake, there were any number of good looking women, some in revealing suits and even some who were wearing "look at me" suits, but I realized that I really couldn't just stop someone and strike up a conversation about their ass.

Opportunity presented itself when I saw coming my way from perhaps a couple of hundred yards, a very attractive young woman wearing a white bikini, walking a pair of puppies. the dogs were cute, and as she approached I commented on them. (I did that without considering that I would try out my curiosity and comment on her suit or body, I really just thought the pups were cute, and I like dogs.) We stood talking for a couple of minutes, and she seemed very relaxed, so I screwed up my courage. What ensued was this:

"By the way, I really like your bathing suit." She said, "Thank you. It's too hot to wear much more." I replied, "Yeah, I'm sure it's comfortable for you, and it provides a great view for the rest of us. Would you be offended by an observation from a complete stranger?" She shook her head and said, "Uh uh."

"When you're walking, it holds your breasts so that they sway. And then up close I realized I could just see the impression of your nipples. You have great tits. But I guess you know that."

She blushed and turned away a little, but she also didn't start to leave. After a slight pause, she said in a very upbeat voice with a slight laugh, "Nobody's every stopped me and told me that before!" I said, "I hope I didn't offend you, but it's not like you're trying to cover up, so . . ." Before I finished apologizing she said, "Hey, a girl always like a compliment."

Thinking, in for a penny in for a pound, I said, "Well here's another one: you also have a nice ass." She laughed as she twirled around, passing the dog leashes from one hand to the next as she did so, and said, "Boy you really area dirty old man, huh?" I said, Harmless I assure you, but I'd say you're spot on with the rest of your observation. Would you mind answering a question?"

She hesitated just a little and then said, "Depends. Ask me."

I said, "Your nipples poke through pretty clearly right now. Is the suit lined?" she replied that it was lined but was pretty thin and clingy. "So what happens when it gets wet?" I asked. She replied, "I guess it shows a little, but I really can't tell since I'm in it. You'll just have to be out here someday when I don't have the dogs and and can go in the water, then you can tell me!"

I said, "Well, you know I could hold the dogs and you could take a dip of the shore there. . ." She laughed loudly and said, "You just want to see my nipples!" I kind of laughed and said, "Well that too. Can't blame a guy for trying!"

She looked down at the bottoms of her suits and said, "I don't think you'd see much. It's a little baggy down there", and then she looked up and said, "God, men are incorrigible. You've managed to talk me into a discussion of what's under my suit!"

I laughed, told her, "Look, again I apologize. To be honest I was just really curious how a woman wearing a pretty revealing suit would react to comments about what the suit is showing off. What's your name?"

"Carol", she said. "What's your's"

I told her my name and gave her my card. I apologized again, and said, "I enjoyed our conversation. I hope it wasn't too weird for you. If you ever want to know if that suit is transparent, call me."

If there was ever a question as to whether one can be a dirty old man and a gentleman at the same time, you've just answered it! Well done, and I'm glad she took it so well! :)

Good job, Fredox.
In a luckier world, she would have handed you the dog leash, gone into the water, come back out, asked you what you thought, and the story would have ended with you getting some action.

A buddy and I have a game we play at the beach, when we are out for a walk just like you are, sunglasses included. One of us will walk about 3-4 yards behind the other, as if we are not together. The leading guy will pass an attractive woman, doesn't even matter how much she is showing, but showing more sure helps. As we pass, we will say something complimentary......usually "wow"......or "very nice", and just keep walking. The guy who is trailing gets to observe the ladys' response. They almost always get a big smile, and a bit of a blush. Everyone likes to be complimented, especially when they are 'putting it out there'.

We've never tried more direct comments....'nice tits', 'great camel toe', 'nice nipples'......always sort of wanted to, but this game is to make the lady feel good, not to see if we can hit on them.

I agree about the compliments. One time I saw a woman in a parking lot wearing a skirt that flowed as she walked. I asked her if I could pay her a compliment and and she quickly said I could.

I told her she had a great pair of legs. She thanked me and says she never gets any compliments. I noticed her wedding ring (BIG diamond). I should have pursued it and asked if hubby ignores her. Probably my loss.

Barmixer, I tried your approach a couple of days ago: I asked a stranger if I could pay her a compliment.

Now, I will readily admit that I indeed AM a dirty old man, and I get a buzz from being a little bit "shocking", so . . .

Same place, this time at the relatively more crowded beach area. A woman was sitting at one of the benches near the restaurant located in the adjacent park. She was probably 45 or so, well built and while not classically pretty, she was quite good looking. Her most notable feature was a pretty prominent rack. She was wearing a bikini that covered he nicely, and due to the lies of her chest, basically suspended them.

As I walked past, I thought I’d give your method a try, turned around and asked, "Would you be offended if I paid you a compliment?" She smiled and said, "Of course not." I said, "You have nice tits."

She waved her hand in front of her face couple times, tilted her head back, and shook it a little and said, "Huh. Well, I didn't expect that." I said, "I'm sorry if I offended you. I did ask." She said, "No. I'm not offended. I liked it. I just don't remember anyone every saying that to me." I replied, "I don't believe that. They're a little hard to miss." She said, "No, I guess I don't mean I've never heard that. I guess I mean I've never had a stranger just walk up to me and say that."

"Well, I figured the worst that could happen is that you'd slap me, and it would not be the first time that's happened." She laughed, and said, "Oh, I don't believe that. I bet that most women would secretly love to hear that and find it a little exciting."

We chatted briefly, mostly about what a beautiful spot this is, and as I left to continue, she got up and walked the other direction.

2/3rds of the way around the lake, guess who I saw coming my way? Walking, her dark blue bikini was not keeping those truly monumental tits from swaying. While she was not anything like fat, he lower abdomen had a slight bulge to it, and the material of her suit was stretched so that it accentuated her pussy. Nice view.

We stopped and greeted each other, and I took my sunglasses off, and said, "Can you handle another compliment?" She said, "I'm not sure theres much more to compliment on this old body." I looked directly at her face, and then lowered my head to make clear that I was looking her over all the way to her feet. I looked back at her face, screwed up my courage, and said, “When you walk in that suit your tits sway and it’s really sexy.”

She once again waved her hand in front of her face and said, "Woo. you really are direct aren't you?" I replied, "I just like women's bodies, and yours is particularly fun to look at."

She replied, “People don’t use those words with strangers.” Nothing about voice or manners said that she was angry. Her tone was more observational than anything. And she wasn’t fleeing or even showing the body language of want to get away. Indeed she was standing directly in front of me about 3 feet away and with one hand at her side and the other more or less behind her hip. I took it as an opportunity to explore a bit. . .

I said, “No, I suppose not. We don’t generally talk about things that deal with sex around strangers, and they pretty much are that. But then that’s not because we don’t think them. Every man that sees you walk by in the suit thinks that and more. I’m just willing to say them.” She smiled and laughed, “Ha! What is it they say? Men think about sex every 15 minutes?” I replied, “No, I think that’s every 15 seconds. Unless we’re standing in front of a really sexy woman and then it’s pretty much non-stop.”

She said, “I think usually this might make me uncomfortable, but you’re so open about it, that I’m curious. You said every man thinks ‘nice tits’ and more. What do you mean ‘more’?” As I lowered my head and look at her again from her face to her feet and up again I replied, “Oh, I’ll bet you know what I mean, but since you ask, I suspect that every man who you walk past is thinking that your suit really shows off your pussy.” She kind of drew in a quick breath and said, “Wow you’re kind of going new meaning to the phrase ‘undressing with your eyes.’ Do you always do that? I responded that its pretty much what men do, but I certainly didn’t always tell a woman that I was doing so or talk to them as I was to her.

She shifted a little on her feet, and said, “Can I walk with you?” I told her she could and as she turned around to change direction I said, “Oh, thanks. Nice ass too!” She playfully slapped at my arm and laughed, “Oh, stop!” and then followed that by asking, “So if you don’t always stop and talk to women like this, why me?” I replied, “That’s easy. Because you, my dear, are a MILF, and that pretty much implies that I think you look very sexy.” She looked a little confused and said, “Maybe I don’t understand exactly, but doesn’t MILF mean the same thing as sexy?” I kind of chuckled and said, “You do know what MILF stand for, right?” She responded, “Sexy older woman?”

I said, “Nope. Em Eye El Eff: mother I’d like to fuck.” She stopped abruptly and turned to face me directly as I was saying that, and I continued, “You appear to be about the age to be a mother.” she interrupted and said, “OK, you’ve got to quit taking my breath away with these little announcements or I’ll never make it back to my car.”

I laughed and said, “As I said before, you asked! I’m sorry. I’m probably being too direct. But the truth is that when I stopped over by the park and asked if I could give you a compliment, I really wanted to see what your reaction would be. Everything I’ve said is absolutely true, but I think I’m probably a little over the line here. I apologize.”

Her response was priceless: “Well, if we’re in full disclosure mode, I didn’t come down here to walk around the lake. I don’t even know how far that is or if I could make it. But I figured that if you were going that way, and I went this, I would eventually run into you again. And there’s nothing to apologize for. In the first place, I’ve been encouraging you, and in the second place, I have enjoyed hearing that you think I’m sexy. And standing there talking about undressing me with your eyes was like standing there naked in the middle of the path: it was sexy as hell. And being told by a complete stranger that he’d like to fuck you is a pretty good affirmation that you’re not quite over the hill yet. I kind of wish I heard that every day!”

We resumed walking, and I said that I appreciated that and I was glad that she ‘came back for more’ so to speak. When we reached her car, I said, “With no expectations whatever, if you’re back here tomorrow afternoon, I’ll buy you a glass of wine.” She said, “I might. Right this minute, if you poured a little wine into me, you probably wouldn’t need to use your eyes, so I’d better get in my car while I still have some discretion left. Maybe I’ll see you tomorrow.”

FWIW, she did not show up the next day.

Ok so let me ask you this...
 

I agree/believe there is nothing wrong with your approach. You ask if you can pay a compliment and you aren't crude. I don't know what you look like so do you think if an unattractive guy were to do this would he get the same results? Would the women allow the compliment?

I was out with some buddies onetime and we saw this younger woman wearing a great red top that exposed most of her tits but kept them looking classy.

We commented on how good they look. He went up to her and made a comment again asking first. She smiled and thanked him. We later posed the question in our group, what if a less attractive member of the group did the same thing-results? We could not answer

Also on a side note I would love to hear someone doing this to my wife.

Rick, I'm 65. The two women I've tried this with have been, in the castoff the girl with the dogs, probably nearly 40 years younger. In the case of the other one, who I asked if I could compliment, she appears to be about 20 years younger than I. I'm not really sure what impact that has.

As for not being crude, I'm trying to be about as crude as I can get by with!

I'm just guessing, but the impression I get from the 45 year old is that she (A) liked the compliment (B) was a little excited by the directness of it, and (C) she was actually flirting with the idea of playing a little. I actually think there half a chance that she may show up again and let me buy he lunch or a glass of wine. We'll see. . .

Fredox makes the point about the old story, of walking up to a lady in the bar and saying "nice shoes, want to fuck?" He came close with the lady in the bikini, certainly more class, but almost equally direct. Wonder what one's "batting average' would be if someone tried it with 100 women? Particularly at the beach or in a club, where to some degree they are 'showing off'.

Well, guess who showed up at the lake yesterday afternoon?

I was walking as I always do when the milf of the other day came across the path from a bench by the lake, and said, “Hi! Can I walk with you?”

I said, “You can. But this would be more fun for me if you walked ahead of me.” She hesitated a second, and didn’t quite get it, and then suddenly had the look of understanding, followed by a laugh, and the words, “You’re slipping. You didn’t ask me if you could compliment me.” So I asked, “May I pay you a compliment?”, to which she replied, “Of course.”

I leaned back a little and with exaggerated movement my head and upper body, and a very serious face, looked her up and down and leaned a little sideways to feign checking her out around back, while she was smiling and silently shaking her head. I said, “You look very nice today.” She had on a pair of navy blue shorts and a white blouse with enough open buttons to show off some very nice tanned cleavage. She said, “Thank you very much. Not exactly a bikini, but I like the way this outfit looks.” I complimented her again, and we began walking side by side and talking about just “things”.

I learned that she lives a few blocks from the lake with her 15 year old and 17 year old daughters, is 42 years old and has been divorced a little over 10 years. She works as an emergency department nurse in the county operated medical center, drives a Subaru station wagon, in which she transports her Samoyed, thinks she talks too much, is addicted to music, loves to dance, tries to be athletic but really just loves to be a bum and lay around reading and listening to music, and did she mention she talks too much?

It felt a little bit like what happens when you open a 50 grain sack and turn it over: you get an instant uncontrolled flow, followed by an abrupt ending the it’s finally empty. Other than learning a lot of details of her life and incidentally being saved from talking about myself while she told me about herself, I got the distinct sense that she wanted to make an impression on me, and she might lack male company other than at work. Every so often I lubricated a word with a smile and slipped it sideways into the stream of consciousness that was happening along side of me, not so much to contribute to the conversation as to let her know that I was listening. As she was talking about how she came to be single, I stopped walking for a moment as I touched her arm to interrupt her. As she turned to face me I smiled and said, “By the way, did I mention that you have a nice ass?” She replied, “I was hoping someone would notice.” While I was listening, I was also thinking how and where I might want this to go.

As we passed by the restaurant on the edge of the lake where I had encountered her before, I asked if I might buy her a bite to eat or perhaps a glass of wine. She said, “I would like that.” and she suggested an inside table. There was only one other inside table occupied. When we were seated I ordered a Stella and she asked for white wine: “Nothing fancy. I like the cheap stuff.” As we sat talking, the subject shifted to me and she was leaning forward a bit and listening. I realized that I had a very nice view down her blouse. I also realized that she didn’t appear to be wearing a bra.

We talked and ate; I was thinking that it was a nice afternoon and even if I didn’t get to be a little outrageous -which of course is back where this started- I was having a fine day. As we finished, she said she wanted to walk off the food and wine, and we continued down the path away from the beach and restaurant. As we were walking, I said, “That was fun. Ive had better food, but the company was good and the view was outstanding!” She laughed and said, “Yeah, I saw you trying to look down my blouse.!” I replied, “well, lady, I repeat myself when I say, ‘nice tits’, and if you’re going to have your blouse opened halfway down and not wear a bra, you prretty much know people are going to look!” She had just a momentary look of surprise and said, “What do you mean ‘not wear a bra’? I’m wearing a bra.” I replied, “Really? Believe me I was looking carefully and if you are, it is well hidden.”

We had stopped, and were standing where there were trees and brush almost up to the walking path. She said, “I am. It’s designed to wear with low cut blouses, and it’s flesh toned so it’s not supposed to be obvious. Wanna see?” She really didn’t have to wait for an answer, and she backed up toward the brush. As she was unbuttoning the blouse she looked a little flushed and said, in a loud whisper, “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” She pulled the blouse our of the shorts as she said, “I’m not 20 years old, so don’t look at my fat belly.” She is anything but fat, butI’m pretty sure I wouldn’t have noticed, as she pulled the blouse open to reveal two very full breasts being suspended in a sparkly, nearly sheer bra. He nipples were not only visible, they were prominent.

I had two immediate reactions, one quite involuntary and also quite visible in my running shorts. The other was that I simply stared for a moment, and then said, “My God, that’s gorgeous. Your bra is nice, but your tits are gorgeous. and that you’re showing them to me is sexy beyond words.” She said almost giggled as she said, “Told you I was wearing a bra!” I interrupted my open mouthed staring long enough to ask, “Would you do me a favor? Would you hold them for me?”

She put her hands under her breasts and lifted them just a little, a couple of times, and then pulled her blouse back around and began to button the lower buttons, as she said, “Whew! That was a rush! You’re going to think I’m some kind of sl*t. I don’t believe I just did that!” I said, “Yeah, well now I’m sorry that I didn’t stare at your shorts and opine that you weren’t wearing panties!” She laughed, and said, “Oh, no! I’m not proving that to you out here!”, as she tucked her blouse into her shorts.

I said, “You were right the other day: I certainly was undressing you with my eyes. But since your bra is basically see-thru, you just about let me see your naked tits. That’s a picture I’m going to remember over and over. Do you have any idea how fucking sexy that was?” She replied, casting her eyes down toward my crotch for just a second, “Well, I have a pretty good idea how it affected you! We’d better walk and take your mind off of my little show.”

As we continued back around the lake, we went back to just talking about “things. when we got back to where my car was parked, I said, “Well, this is awkward. I’m rarely at a loss for words, but I’m not sure what to say at this point. The chance encounter was really amazing, but I really don’t think I want to leave running into you again to chance. On the other hand I’m really not looking for some complicated arrangement, and of course I have no idea what you have in mind here.”

She said, “I think maybe the reason this is so much fun because it kind of is by chance and it isn’t a whole bunch of expectations and couples baggage. But yeah, if that means you want to meet again, me too. Let’s keep it simple. I work tomorrow from seven until seven and then I’m off for three days. Would you be willing to pick me up after work and have dinner with me over on the river walk?” I told her I would, and offered her a ride home.

Right now I’m on my way to the hospital to pick her up for dinner. We shall see where this leads. . .

Fandamntastic, gave me a stiffie just reading it. A gentleman and a cocksman at the same time. Make sure you take pictures of the encounter, and post them for us.

Fredox, you are playing this exactly right.
She wants to be wanted. Your admiration and compliments excite her. You're a good listener - that scores big time.
You're being honest about not wanting anything complicated (although women don't always hear that clearly).

DR

When I picked Micki up at the emergency department entrance, she looked absolutely beat. I actually felt sorry for her and told her so: “Are you sure this is a good idea? You’ve got to be exhausted.” She smiled, laughed a little, and said, “Do I look that bad”

“I didn’t say you looked bad. I said you looked tired, and I’ll bet you are. Are you sure you want to go out?

“Wine!” She replied. “One glass of wine and I’ll feel much better. But to answer your question, yes, I’m sure. I just had a hard day. I worked in what we call ‘special care’, which is another way of saying all of the psychotics, drunks, homeless and other people who basically have one or another form of altered mental capacity. That usually means they’re unreasonable, unfriendly, and unclean.”

“Sounds less than fun”, I said. I suggested that we go to a very casual little place that is on my end of town. She hadn’t eaten there and said she always wanted to. She asked where it was, and when I told her, she said, “We’re going to go right near my house. Would it be OK if we stopped in long enough for me to change out of these scrubs? I really feel dirty.” I told her it would be fine.

I followed her directions and found her house with no difficulty. As we pulled up I said, “I can wait of you in the car.” She replied that her daughters were both at her folks house, so there was no reason not to come in. I went around to help her out of the car and we entered a very nice, small older house. She went through the ritual of apologizing for the mess (there wasn’t one) and pointed me to glasses, a bottle of wine, and a corkscrew. “If you’d open that and pour us some wine, I’m just going to run in and change.” I poured two glasses and called to her that her wine was ready. She replied, “Would you bring it back here for me?”

As I walked down the hall she pulled open her bedroom door. She had on a robe -which revealed not a thing- and was laying out clothes to wear on her bed. She followed my gaze to the very lacy bra and panty set that was among the clothes she had laid out, and laughed: “You don’t quit do you?” I asked, “Do you want me to?” She didn’t answer that and just said, “Go away. I need to clean up and change so we can eat.”

Back in the living room I heard her running a shower, so I walked over to her bathroom door and knocked. When she asked what I needed, I said, “May I pay you a compliment?” Still wearing her robe, she opens the door a little and laughing, said, “Seriously? You can see nothing!”

I said, “I know that. but if you’d drop that robe, I can probably come up with all kinds of compliments.” By the time I finished that short sentence, she was laughing hard, and said, “You’ve graduated to trying to talk me out of my clothes!” I said, “Yup. Is it working?” Her reply was promising: “Not until I’ve had my shower, it’s not!”

I went back to the living room to enjoy the wine, and contemplate how this was all working. I thought that she certainly shows all the signs of being sexy, available, and interested. But I also know that what can be charming in moderation can be annoying in excess. Much as I wanted to just walk up to her and tell her that I’l love to see her naked I thought that might be a bit too much. And the ‘may I pay you a compliment’ gimmick was about to become trite.

Micki finished dressing and came out in a white blouse and dark skirt: she looked fabulous, and was smiling and looking refreshed. She splashed a little more wine in her glass, and drank it down, before saying, “Feed me before I starve”, and grabbing my arm as we walked back to my car. Funny how attractive a leg can be when it’s partially covered. I had seen her in a bikini, and been looking intently at her legs, from her feet to her pussy the other day, and yet the knee and upper thigh showing below her skirt as she sat in the car was distracting me.

When we arrived at the restaurant it distracted me a bit more. A word about the car is necessary here: in the summer time I drive a Corvette convertible almost all the time, and always with the top down unless it starts raining when I’m out. She had asked me if I could put the top up when we left her house because of what it had done to her hair on the drive from the hospital. I had, of course, been happy to do so, but it is a VERY low car, and getting out is a bit of a challenge for someone not used to it, and is even more awkward with the top up. As I stepped over and opened the door for her she struggled for a moment, and then said, “How do you get out of this thing wearing a skirt? Before you answer, yes I know: you don’t wear a skirt!” Looking around, she asked, “Can anybody see us?” I told her no one could, and she pulled her skirt up almost to her waist in order to move one leg out the door with the other still in the footwell.

As I helped her up I didn’t even try to be discrete: “Now there’s a nice surprise! I could look at that all evening.” She replied, as she stood up and smoothed out her skirt, “ It’s not like you haven’t seen my legs. What’s the big deal?” I answered her, “Funny, I was thinking the same thing when I noticed your knee and thigh showing below your skirt. Truthfully, I think men enjoy looking at legs more because of what they lead to than anything else. I think we see them as a promise of what’s between your legs.” As I said that, she smiled and said, “The promise of what’s between my legs, huh? You put a lot of pressure on a girl. I may not live up to your expectations. I may not even live up to my own.”

We had a nice light dinner and talked until we realized that they were trying her do close up. I had drunk only water and coffee, but Micki was on her third glass of wine at the restaurant, following the generous glass and a half at her house. As she stood up, I realized she was a little unsteady, and as we turned toward the door she took my arm and pulled it around her waist. At the car, I helped her down to the seat and then lifted her legs at the knees and swung them into the car. I said, “Are you going to be OK? She answered, “Oh, yeah. I’m gonna be great!” I said, “Home?” She answered, “How about the beach? Now, it was a little after 10 and while some of our city lakes and parks are still busy that late, the one near her house is not, so it sounded to me like a great idea.

When we got to the beach, and I opened her door, she said, “Well, time for your show again!” as she pulled her skirt up her legs and I helped her out of the car. I have a blanket of sorts that I keep in the trunk, and I carried the wth as we walked through the wooded park area to the beach. Before we got to the beach itself, we stopped and I leaned her against a tree as she tilted her head back and I kissed her. We stood there agains that tree for several minutes, making out like high school kids. I was holding her tightly and was more than conscious of her substantial chest. I was discrete with my hands, rubbing the small of her back and only barely touching the top of her ass. I had stepped into her so that my leg was between hers and pushing against her.

We pulled apart simultaneously and both needed to catch our breath, although she more than I. As I leaned back from her, she looked up at me and trailed her hand from behind my head where it had been, down across my chest and down to take my hand. She walked toward the beach, pulling me after her, without saying a word. Near the water, e slowed and I spread the blanket that I had brought from the car. We dropped the shoes we had been carrying across the sand on the blanket and I knelt down and helped her down at the same time. What always seemed like a great place to make out when I was a kid, turns out to be a lot less comfortable when you add a few decades. And it turns out that the same hormones that make that discomfort fade from your consciousness work just fine decades later.

Because we were postponed differently I had access to the front of her, and as we were kissing, brought my left hand up to her right breast. Lifting it and feeling it’s weight and shape, and then moving to the other she tilted her head away from me, and as she did so I expected to hear her object. Instead she said quietly said, “You don’t know how long it’s been”, and then buried her face in my neck.

After a few minutes of holding, kissing, touching and feeling, while we were adjusting out positions and taking a breather, I said, “May I ask a favor? I want to see you naked here outside in the moonlight.” She didn’t say a word, she just stood and began unbuttoning her blouse. When she had removed it she unsnapped her skirt and wriggling out of it, stood for just a moment in a lacy white bra and matching panties, and a pair of thigh high stockings with a lacy white top band. She stood for just a moment and I said, “God, you’re wearing sexy underwear. I love the stocking.” She said, “I’m glad you like them. I bought the whole set yesterday. Would you like to take them off?”

Now, She was standing, and I was sitting which made for a natural stating point. I took her foot in my hand and ran my other hand up the back of her leg, more slowly as I reached the top of the stocking, and then placed her for back on the ground, and ran my other hand up the side of her leg. With my right hand on the stocking top I moved my left farther up the back of her leg to feel her ass, and then back to the stocking. My fingers were perhaps 2 inches from her pussy, and as I slid them up she made a soft noise. I stopped just before touching her pussy and moved down and un rolled the stocking. I did the same to the other leg, lightly touching her inner thigh just at her pussy, but not touching her pussy.

As I stood up and stepped behind her she said, “It opens in the front”. I ran my hands around in front of her and held her breasts, rubbing and playing for just a moment, while I found the clasp. I kneeled back down and placing my hands on her hips pulled the panties down over her hips to reveal a gorgeous, full, coin-slot pussy. I stood back up, and said “This started with a compliment. I can’t help giving you another. You have a magnificent figure. I’ve been undressing you with my eyes since we met, and I feel so lucky that you let me do that with my hands.” As I dropped back to my knees I said, “Now let me do this with my mouth”, as I reach around to he raps and pulled her pussy into my face.

Little, sharp sound escaped her lips as she worked her hands through my hair. I looked up just long enough to say, “Lay down” and as she did so resumed licking her clit while I fingered her pussy. Over many minutes, she shuddered and vibrated, while racking back and holding her legs in the air with her knees on my back. And then she pushed my head back away from her, and in a panting voice, said, “Wait. Stop. Wait.” I rolled to her side and slid up to be face to face with her.

My cock was damn near painfully hard, and trapped awkwardly in my clothes. As I reached down to adjust, she sat up and said, “Let me.” She unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants, reaching in to take out my cock. As she did so, she bent over and took me in her mouth. She played with my balls and sucked me, alternating between gentle licking and kissing, and full on sucking, for several minutes. I pushed my pants down and off and removed my shirt, and as she sat up, laid her back.

I moved to her side and kissed her while rubbing her thighs and over the top to her lower abdomen. Rubbing her mound, I fingered her deeply and pressed up from the inside with my finger while pressing down from the outside with my palm. There was a sharp intake of breath followed my long steady moan, and then she said. “Now. Please! Now!” I rolled on top of her and for just a moment realized that it was time to be responsible, for myself if for no one else. I stroked the side of her face and said, “Micki, are you on birth control?” She replied, “No, do you have a condom?” I did not and so said to her, “No. I’ll tell you what. Let’s get dressed and go either to your house or mine, and we can stop on the way to buy condoms.”

As I was saying that she was shaking her head and looked like she was crying. She said, “No. I want you inside me right now. I want to feel it when you come. I want you to feel me. You are so kind, but I want you to fuck me now, and I want you to come in me. We can buy a morning after, but please, put it inside me.”

Later, as we were sorting out our clothes and trying to shake the sand out of them, I said, “Can I pay you a compliment?” She was laughing out loud, and said, “I’m not sure I can take any more compliments from you! I’m not going to be able to walk tomorrow.” We got dressed and as we drove to the 24 hour walgreens, she said, “Would you go in? I need you to ask the pharmacist if it works no matter how many times you’ve had sex before taking it, and how long after the first time you have to take it for it to work.” I looked at her for a moment with, I guess a confused look, and she said, “Oh, god, you think I was screwing someone else today before you.” I replied that I certainly did not. “My mind was just elsewhere when you said that. Like between your legs.” She laughed and said, “Good, because you’re not done for the night.”




thats a very nice written story. Enjoyed all of it. Hope it has more to come. And most probably the question in many minds..will you plan to share any pics of her. if there is any :)

You know, I'm not sure how much more of it there will be to tell. The anticipation was certainly fun, and I think it may be enjoyable for others to share, but much like first times, they have a pretty short shelf life. I don't think sex ever gets old, but I suspect hearing about it may.

I have no idea if she'll let me take photos' The truth is I have no idea what sort of relationship will evolve.

This much I can tell you: at 4:00 am I was begging her to let me sleep. That was two days ago and at this rate she's going to have me spoiled. She has to work tomorrow, -assuming she can still walk- so I get to take a break from helping her make up for lost time.

If I get a little time, I'll relate to you a little of what I learned of her past sex life.

thanks!
 

Thanks for sharing this, Fredox2. I'm enjoying a lot your experience, and taking notes! ;) I'm also curious to where this will lead.

Fantastic adventure, well told, don't stop yet;, it sure isn't routine yet.

To continue. This seems to involve a lot of words, mostly because I'm trying to keep my head in the moment that things were happening rather than reflecting on things I learned after given event. Anyway, a bit more:

It was 10:00 am before I woke up, and when I did I was alone in bed. Not my bed. My wallet and keys were on the dresser, but my clothes were missing. When I called out, “Good morning”, Micki answered, “Did you get enough sleep?” I answered, “No. did you get enough sex?” I heard her laugh as she was walking toward the bedroom. she handed me a mug of coffee and said, “No. What are you going to do about it?”

She was wearing my shirt, with a few buttons at the top undone, and the tails hanging down almost to her knees. As I took the coffee I reach up and felt of her breasts, which were swinging free under the shirt. I said, “Well, the spirit is willing, but I’m not sure the flesh is up to the task just yet. Where are my jeans and my socks?” She told me that there was sand on them so she had put them in the laundry: “ wasn’t sure what you do with your shirts or I would have washed it too, except that it smells like you and I wanted to wear it.”

I said, “That’s great, but what am I supposed to wear? Do you have a robe or something?” she replied that she had nothing that would fit, “Besides, it’s been too long since I’ve gotten to see a naked man. You get to stay the way you are.” I told her I wanted to grab a shower, and she told me she left a new toothbrush on the sink for me. After I finished in the bathroom, I carried my coffee cup to the kitchen looking for her, dripping just a little as I went. She was just coming tip from the laundry and handed me my jeans and socks and then proceeded to take off my shirt and hand that to me as well. I looked at her and asked, “Do me a favor? “Suck my cock?”

She shivered just a little, dropped to hear knees and took me in her mouth. She sucked for a bit and then said, “Lay down” As I did so, she pushed my legs apart and began alternating sucking my cock with licking my balls. When I was near coming I told her and she just became more enthusiastic in her sucking.

We got off the floor and she was breathing heavily -almost out of breath. ”She said, “I came. When I feel your come shooting in me it makes me come.” I told her that I was pleased that she was enjoying herself, because I obviously was. After a minute or two of touching and playing, she asked if I was hungry. I suggested we get dressed , finish our coffee, and head to place called “The Lowry”: a really good modern iteration of a coffee shop. She said, “Great! I love that place. Did you know they have oysters on the menu all day? You’re going to need the oysters!”

She headed to the bedroom, and since I had all my clothes right there, I just dressed in the kitchen and then went to find her. I found her in the living room. As we dank our coffee I told her that I really hadn’t exactly planned everything that happened since evening before when I picked her up. She said, “I did.” I said, “Oh, you did, did you?” and she replied, “Well, not exactly, but I knew I was going to have sex with you when you stopped to talk to me the first time at the lake.”

I laughed and said, “You’re kidding, right? Do you often pick guys up over at Nokomis? She slapped at my leg and said, “Don’t be a jerk. I’m a complete amateur.” I thought for just a moment that I had offended her, and said so, and she said to me that she was really just kidding, but maybe was a little concerned that we barely knew each other and wound up spending the night together. She told me that she had no problem with women asserting themselves sexually any way they want, but that just had never been her. I asked if she was having second thoughts and she said she was not at all. Then she said, “Look, this is going to sound funny, but I haven’t had sex in 12 years. And to be completely honest, I get so horny that it’s distracting. The problem is that I don’t meet men who excite me, and I really don’t just want to fuck. I want to be fucked by someone who excites me.”

“I was married for almost ten years, and it was just wrong almost from the beginning. He was the second guy I’d slept with, and that makes you the third. But you’re also the first man who has made me wet just by looking at me. I’m wet right now talking about it. “

Well, talk about mixed feelings: I was flattered. I was also almost instantly worried that she was mentally heading in directions I hadn’t planned on. To be blunt, I fuck around a good bit. I like the variety, but mostly I just like sex with women and within the limits of reason I’ll take it where and how I get it. She did not have the sounds of a no strings attached kind of woman. I’m not sure I mind the strings so much as I don’t like someone else holding me responsible for making them happy; emotional dependence. As I was having these thoughts, I was apparently silent long enough that she asked if something was wrong.

“Well, I don’t know. You said earlier that we barely knew each other, and that’s exactly right. I am beyond flattered that you think I excite you, but once you get to know me, you may find me every bit as wrong as your husband, and I really don’t want to be responsible for disappointing you. I found you very sexy. I FIND you very sexy. And day before yesterday when I was getting ready to leave, I really had this sort of sinking feeling that I might never run into you again, and I really wanted to, so I don’t exactly understand me here either, because typically that isn’t me.”

She said, “Oh, god, I don’t want to have this ‘it was great but I don’t want to get serious conversation’.” I interrupted her and said, “That’s not it at all. Right now the very last thing I want to do is back away from you. Truth is I find you so attractive that I want to be careful that I don’t take you down paths that are hard to come back from, and then find out when we get to know each other that we’d have been better off not going there in the first place. That make any sense?”

She smiled and said, “I’m not sure. Can I ask a question? Do you have a lot of girlfriends?” figuring this was going to come up eventually, I took a mental deep breath and said, “Not exactly. Ever hear the term ‘fuckbuddy’?” She nodded and said, “Like, friend with benefits?” I said, “Like that. I am not a monk. And I decidedly have not gone 12 years without getting laid. But I also am not involved in anything that resembles a ‘we’re an item’ type of relationship. But I do have friends that I have sex with.”

“Oh. I’ll have to think about that. I’ve never had to deal with that before.” She looked genuinely contemplative. “I’ve never even thought about that. I guess I’m supposed to be adult about it and say, ‘ Sure fine with me. I’ll be a friend with benefits’, except I’m not sure how I feel about that. I know I asked, but let’s talk about something else.”

“OK”, I said, “Let’s go eat, and then I suppose I should let you get on with your day.” After breakfast she said we needed to go “mocking”. Turns out that kids hang hammocks fromt he trees in the park n the area and just hang out in them talking. Her oldest daughter had the whole rig, and we grabbed ti and headed to one of the lakes. We hung the hammock forms he trees and after a short struggle with physics, both got in. Lying in it it would have been difficult to get closer, and while we were hidden from view, there were people walking by ten feet away. As I was feeling her up she pushed her shorts down and whispered, “You be careful. IF this thing tips over we’re both going to be lying on the ground.” Lying behind her, I pushed my shorts down and slid my cock into her wet pussy. She reached between her legs and holding my balls, pulled me deeper. I said, “I can’t move much without making it really obvious that we’re fucking in here.”, and she whisoered, “I don’t care. I want you to come in me.” But I really didn’t need to move. Her hand on my balls had me close. I turned her head a little and said, “I want my tongue in your mouth while you feel my cock shooting deep into your c*nt.” As I drove my tongue into her mouth she groaned and I felt a little shiver begin, and knew that she was coming again.

It wasn’t very long before we packed up and headed back to the house. She had the morning after pill to take, and we had made good use of it. I said as much, and she said, “I’ve never in my life had so much sex in one day.” I replied that we needed discuss the whole matter of birth control. She said that she already had an appointment set up for her gynecologist to deal with that. I laughed and said, “Thought of everything, did you? Well just don’t expect to get quite this much use out of it all the time.”

As we pulled into her driveway, she said, “OK, we need to talk. I am not ready to give this up. But I’ve thought of the friends with benefits thing, and that just isn’t me. Guess I’m not into sharing. So I need to know if you can live with just one fuckbuddy: me?” I said, “I feel really funny talking to you about this, because it is so not you. The women who I have sex with know that it’s just a casual, sometime thing, and they understand that there’s nothing exclusive about it. I don’t much worry about offending them because I have noting at risk. If one of them tells me to take a hike, there’s no real impact. And I know perfectly well that you’re different. So the question is would I rather have more, or would I rather have better, because you, Micki, are better. Way better for me. I want to try better.”

She had tears in the corners of her eyes as she said, “I’m so glad you said that. I don’t know why you think I’m better, but as long as I ge too have you I’m not going ask a lot of questions." I replied, "So , can I ask one?", to which she said, "Sure".

"OK, you've said I excite you. Problem I have is I don't know why or what is doing that. So what excites you?"

She looked pensive for a moment and then said, "It's partly because your a little outrageous. No one has ever been bold bought to just walk up to me and say, 'nice tits' or 'nice pussy' before. You tell me exactly what you want. Last night you said, and I quote, 'I want to fuck your c*nt full of my cum'. I can't even imagine a man saying that to me -using those words. You step over the line and it doesn't feel rude, it feels powerful. It feels like you're in complete control. But I very much get the sense that you're considerate. A different guy with just a little different vibe could come across as a total jerk. You just come across as powerful and in control. And that's all the analysis I'm good for."

Very hot, very good narrative style, I, and my cock, are very interested to see where this story goes.

This relates: same subject, different place and person.

I am staying at a hotel while visiting my step son. Because of heir kids, they wind down fairly early, and I have been going back to the hotel and hitting the pool. The first evening I was by the pool there were a couple of families around, second evening I was alone. Last night there was a woman in her mid 40's. She was laid back on a lounge, reading a book with a bloody mary next her.

She was wearing two piece suit, and I have come to realize that no woman wears anything without knowing what it shows off and what it accentuates. In her case, she was fit but not skinny and her suit was taught: covering heavy tits that looks like they could sag a bit. [CENTER]The bottoms of her light blue suit were not skimpy, but they were a close fit, and accentuated her pussy mound and the puffed out appearance made fairly clear that she had a full bush. There was a very clear camel toe effect. And she was wearing no wedding ring.

I came out of the water and was going to hear back to my room, thinking I would love to see her with that suit off. As I walked passed here I had one of those "What the hell" moments, and decided to try to say risqué something to her. As I walked near her lounge chair she looked up, and as I have before, I asked, "Would you mind if I paid you a compliment?" She smiled and said, "No, of course not". I was looking in her eyes -he had a nice face and a pretty smile- and I let my eyes wander down over her body and made it very obvious. IT took a second or so, and then I said, "I like your suit very much. "

She said "Thank you", and I said, "Seeing a well built woman in a suit that really calls attention to her body is almost as good as seeing her naked." When I said that I was prepared to have to apologize, and because she said nothing for a second, I did so: "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that."

She said, "Well it isn't a Mother Hubbard, and I guess if I minded people looking I should have worn a robe."

I replied, "Well I'm glad you didn't. It'll give me something to think about back in my room."

She said, "Well, I'm flattered. I don't think there that much there to see though."

I answered, "Well, there's your camel toe." And then quickly, "I'm sorry I'd better shut up."

"Well, I have to admit, nobody has just started talking to me about it before. But it's OK. I'm surprised, but I'm not offended."

So I thought I might as well see where the limits were. I said, "Well I'm glad. And since you said that, you know that the way the suit holds your tits is really nice, I really like the way it shows off your pussy. I'm going to take one good long look, and then I'm going back to my room and her off."

The last line above should have read, ". . .go back to my room and jack off." Spell check and auto fill, I'm afraid.

After I said that she said nothing, and I left. this morning at breakfast she walked into the restaurant as I was reading the paper and having coffee. She was dressed very conservatively and looked VERY good fully dressed. I saw her and smiled, and as she walked she slowed down, and said, "Have a good night?"

I said, "I did. How about you?" She looked at the empty chair at the table and said, "Mya I?" I immediately stood and simultaneously said, "Of course. Absolutely." while pulling the chair out for her. As she sat down she leaned toward me and said, "I had a frustrating night. I kept having mental images and it was your fault."

"Did you?", I replied.

"Mmmm. I did. Can I give you a compliment? Your trunks last night really showed you off nicely."

I kind of laughed and said, "Well how about that: I'm not the only one who likes to be a little forward! So was your frustrating night because of my comment or my suit?"

"Oh, I think it was because of my own imagination and your comment just got it going. The suit didn't hurt though."

The waitress came by and I told her we weren't quite ready yet, and when she left I said, "So back to your frustrating night. Was it because I said I liked looking at your tits and pussy?"

She lowered her voice, leaned in to me and said, "No it was because your nice round balls were at my eye level and I wanted to reach up and hold them, and I didn't. And then I thought about you back in your room."

I didn't think there was much point in NOT asking, so I said, "Look, I don't know how much time you've got, but rather than dance around the subject, if can get the morning free, I'd like to fuck you. Do you want to just talk about it, to do you want to get fucked?"

It turns out, she wanted to get fucked!

Just to quickly finish, her reply to me was to lean in very close, place her hand on my thigh and tell me that she couldn't think of anything better right now than fucking. After a slight pause, she then told me that she had to go to her meetings, so at least for the moment, we were just going to have to be satisfied by wanting it.

That was pretty much a bucket of cold water. I told her I understood, and we basically finished breakfast while talking about her job that brought her to town and my son's family who caused me to be there. When it was time to goI mention that I would be back in the early evening. She just said, "Maybe I'll see you."

About 8:00pm I went to the pool hoping that she would show up. She was already there. She was wearing a sort of beach cover up which hardly made me pleased. I walked over to her, this time very conscious of a hard dick as I stood over her for a second before sitting on the edge of her lounger.

I had the distinct impression from the coverup that she was embarrassed by the night before and this morning's conversation. We chatted for a bit -I asked about her day; she asked about my grandkids. And then she asked, "Aren't you going to ask why I'm covered up?"

I said, "OK, why are you covered up?"

She answered by taking my hand, putting it on her leg, and sliding over her hip under the edge of the coverup, while saying, "Because I didn't think I could get by with coming down here naked."

She was holding my hand just inches from her pussy and pretty clearly there was no suit on under there. As the fabric moved I could see the edge of a dark, thick bush.

She took my had back out and said, "I thought you'd like that."

I now took her hand, and said, "My turn" and put her hand over my balls. I took my hand away from hers, but she slid her had to my cock and said, "Nice", and then pulled her hand up and ran it under my trunks to grip my cock and slowly stroke me.

I took that as permission to touch her.

The teasing and stroking when on for a bit. The hotel has a fitness center adjoining the pool, which no one was using, and three charging rooms inside of the fitness room. I led her through to one of the changing rooms and took her cover up off of her. For my trouble I saw a great MILF body: full tits with only a little sag, a great full bush and sexy legs and enough curves to make her look real.

I said to her, "So when was the last time you got fucked?" She replied, "I can tell you the next time: as soon as I get done sucking your dick." A couple of minutes later, she reached for the cover up and pulled a condom from the pocket.

A few minutes later, I was lying on top of her, breathing heavily and recovering. She said, "God I love getting fucked!"

I said, "So tell me again: when was the last time you got fucked?"

She said, "Last night. A guy I met at the bar got the benefit of me looking at your balls in my face."

I was a little surprised and said, "Well, you did say you liked getting fucked!"

"yup. I love cock. the best part of my business trips is the adventures I get to have."

We added a bit to her adventures later. The I get a moment, I'll relate that.

Ocean Screwing
 

My wife and I were in Destin, Florida,on vacation. She was wearing a very minimal string bikini that was making me horny as hell. We were at the beach and decided to go into the water. We grabbed an air mattress to serve as a floaty if we got tired while swimming. It wasn't long after we got in the water that we started messing around. Pretty soon, I had her swimsuit bottom down to her ankles and was fingering her rigorously. She was hot and breathing heavy. Then she asked the question every guy wants to hear: "Do you want to fuck me out here?" I replied, "Does a bear shit in the woods?" Because we were in water over our heads, we were having difficulty getting the old rod aimed at the target. By then she had her swimsuit bottoms in one hand, while holding onto the air mattress with the other. I said, "Give me your swimsuit bottoms, and take that missile and put it in place." She did exactly as I said. We were on opposite sides of the air mattress pounding away. I really wasn't focused much on holding onto her swimsuit bottom, and, instead, was more concerned with steadying myself with both hands on that air mattress in order to stay plugged into my wife's pussy. We went after it for a good while. Then we both climaxed. After a short while, my wife said, "Let's go back on the beach -- I need my swimsuit bottom." It was at that moment the realization hit me that I had somehow lost the bottom to the waves. She looked at my look of disbelief and said, "You didn't..." I had to own up that I had. She said, "Oh, no." I asked if she had another swimsuit with her. She did, but it was back in the travel trailer 3 miles away (6 miles round trip). I offered to go get it. She agreed, and told me that she would have to stay in the water holding onto the air mattress,and that I would have to hurry with the other swimsuit bottom.

I shot out of the water like a canon and headed for my car. Once there, I peeled out for the travel trailer, found the suit bottoms and returned to the beach. I scanned the water, and spotted what was her bare ass bobbing up and down on the air mattress for all the world to see. I swam out to her with the suit bottoms. I asked, "Why are you up on the air mattress with your ass bouncing up and down on top of the water?" She replied that her arms were giving out holding onto the air mattress as the waves came in and out. She said that it was either her ass exposed or her drowning. She inquired, "Which would you rather have me do?" I told her that I would always chose her ass. She didn't think that was very funny, I gave her the swimsuit bottom and even helped her get it on. Once we were back on the beach, I saw a lot of people smiling and laughing at her. She also noticed and told me that it was time to leave. Foe some reason, she never wanted to go back to that same beach the whole remainder of the vacation there.

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Seems like thong bikinis are getting more and more popular almost the norm in some areas. Anyone else had their wife or gf wear a bikini to the non nude beach and expose their pussy or asshole? Either by mistake or on purpose? Or see someone else at the beach showing more than they should?

Here is my story.

I finally convinced my wife to wear a thong bikini at the beach on a getaway trip. I have slowly gotten her to wear more and more revealing bikini’s the trip the year before she wore an adjustable bikini which was a Brazilian back normally though the waist band allowed the Bikini to be scrunched into a thong. She wore it and I enjoyed seeing the reactions of men on the beach as they lusted after her hotness.

This trip I asked her to bring a true thong which she did some what reluctantly. The front covered pretty well and the waist band was wide and the back was a thong. The material between her ass cheeks was very narrow no more than a cm wide. We sat at the beach on our towels at pretty unpopular spot along the beach near the water. I applied sunscreen to her front as people walked by in front of us along the shore. Once I finished her front she decided to tan her ass and lied on her belly while I applied sunscreen to her backside. She had her legs parted and I quickly noticed that her thong didn’t cover her asshole at all. It was clearly visible on both sides of the material and occasionally she was wiggle and the string would lay to the side and her entire asshole was exposed. Her pussy opening and outer lips were also occasionally in view especially as I applied lotion and spread her ass cheeks. My wife is very pale and her asshole is dark pink to red with darkened skin well beyond her asshole wrinkles as she has never had any reason to considered bleaching her skin. Her pussy also similar dark pink to red when she is hot or horny. It was quite obvious to anyone remotely close that her asshole and part of her pussy was exposed. I didn’t say anything to her and numerous people walking by saw her asshole and pussy lips while she lied on her stomach. It didn’t take long for men to take notice. As I spread her cheeks there were three men that kept walking by slowly I gave a live porn show as I opened her pussy and asshole to their drooling eyes as she lied down oblivious to what she was showing. She stayed on her belly for a straight hour while her asshole and part of her pussy were exposed. We initially were pretty separated from people but within the hour our area got pretty poplar with men most of which kept walking by slowly in front of her. If a man was bold enough to walk by close and stare I would reach over pretending to wipe off sand from ass her making sure to pause and spread her ass showing her gapping wet pussy opening and asshole. She kept her legs partially open the whole time. I couldn’t believe it and enjoyed seeing the reactions of men walking by as the did double takes and the stared or paused or walked back.

My wife has a habit of exposing her asshole when sunbathing on nude beaches. Unlike some of the other stuff she does, I don't think it's deliberate but whichever I'm not going to be the one to tell her her hole and shaved pussy are there for all to see, in fact I grabbed a quick photo on the last occasion.

I hope this fits in on this tread~
 

Some years ago my old time buddy and his wife went on a vacation to Hawaii for their 1st time and I think they were there for at least 2 or 3 weeks cause they have some friends that live there and went to visit them as well as enjoy a wonderful trip away from the rest of country!
We haven't seen my buddy and his wife for awhile, then they moved only a few blocks away from our house and we started running into them at Restaurants and stores!
After catching up on some chat, we heard about their exciting trip to Hawaii and the fun they had along with taking tons of pictures there and for Us to come over to see their new house and look at the pics!
One day I ran into my buddy's wife while shopping and she told me to follow her home so I would know where their house was so I did!
At their house she told me my buddy / her hubby was at their daughters house and trying to fix a plumbing problem for her, but for me to come inside and check out their house!
After sitting down and chatting she brought out bundles of picture stacks and asked if I wanted to see some of their Hawaii stuff and I said sure! While she was pulling the pics out and showing them to me, she stopped for a second and said something about some of the pics were suppose to be removed from the group!
She sat for a few seconds and just about said that I shouldn't tell my buddy or anyone else that I seen their more Private pics! I told her that my lips were sealed and I won't say a word, then she passed the pics to me and explained all of them just like the others!
It seemed like some of the other places that we been to before, there was No Places for changing into the swimsuits so it was done outside near the car in the parking area!
Being a Normal guy like the rest of us, by buddy took lots of pics of his wife changing out of her clothing and into a swimsuit! She seemed a little Shy or Embarrassed at first, but later she got playful and did some full poses from top to the bottom~ ;)
Then later some pics were when they went back to the Beaches with the couples they knew, now I was looking at 2 women stripping and going into their swimsuits! So with this vacation, I got to see my buddy's wife along with 2 other wife's all NUDE and later at their house they all went Nude maybe just for the thrill of it?
Knowing just how my wife reacts to somebody seeing her NUDE pics and enjoying some comments, that just what I did for my buddy's wife!
I told her with her wonderful firm body it was a wonder Why she even wore a suit and getting a full tan would be great for her hard body! I didn't want to say anything about her tits and nips, nor the Bushy Beaver she was sporting at the time! But after I did talk and give her great comments, she started talking about some of that stuff and when that happened I came back with some too!
She said it was hard to find a suit that would cover up her pube hairs that came out on all sides of the suits she bought! I told her that could be SEXY as a show, but it depends on the woman and they may want to trim or remove all of it for the smooth look? I can say that looking at her pics and having her showing me NUDE pics of herself as well as talking about this sexual stuff made me get excited fast there!
I hope we have a time to invite them both over to use our Hot tub and go all NUDE together. I haven't told my wife the full story on this and wonder if my buddy's wife told him that she showed me those pics?
I was suppose to go out with this girl many years ago, but I went more for her younger sister and had the full sexual treatment while going out with her and my buddy starting dating the other sister!
Anyways, I hope this fit and enjoyed cause I sure did at the times!