It seems sarong but feels so right
 

Women with nothing but sarongs

Sarong. It's been go know ya.

Sarong party

It's been sarong...
 

The creative title alone is worth checking in and hitting the "Thank you" button.

Siam sarong

Sarong. Going, going, gone.

Sarong casual

Sarong play

Trying on new sarongs

In the early 1980's,
 

My wife and I were vacationing in Hawaii on Oahu. We were feeling frisky and we bought her a very, very small bikini that barely covered her hairy triangle. The bikini came with a matching sarong, about the size of a large hand towel and it looked great on her. She refused to wear the bikini bottom without a cover up, but would wear it with the small sarong. We "negotiated" and she agreed, to my glee, to wear the bikini top and the sarong without the bikini bottom.

On the beach, the back of the sarong would blow up and show her bare ass often, but she didn't appear concerned. Remember this is way before thongs were popular. She did take care to keep the front of the sarong covering her fur, but the way she wore the sarong, it was clear she didn't have anything under the sarong where the knot was tied on her right hip. Occasionally she would pull the sarong to her left which exposed some of her secret bits. I am not sure she realized what she was showing.


To my delight, she wore this all afternoon, on the beach, in a shopping area, at a bar and in a beach-front restaurant. When she was seated, she could hardly keep herself covered and she kept fussing with it, bringing even more attention to her. At the restaurant, she put the cloth napkin on her lap which allowed her to relax keeping her legs together, but the napkin kept falling off. A lot of guys were staring. On the beach on a towel, on her back the wind did expose her several times, when on her tummy, you could see right up between her legs and her ass when the wind blew. Once or twice the waist of the sarong slid slightly below the top of her pubic area. It didn't stay like that long because she was sensitive that there were children around.

As much fun as this was on old Waikiki beach, the next day we drove around the island past Pearl Harbor, through the pineapple fields to the north shore. We watched the surfers a while and then I saw a guy about our age who clearly had been on the islands for a decade or two. I had heard there was a nudist beach on the north side of Oahu but had no idea where. He told me to drive about 5 miles and watch for several white oil tanks between the road and the beach. He said that if you look closely there is a road between the tanks. If you drive toward the beach, you would come to a locked gate in a fence. I asked what to do then. He said a lot of people just climb over the gate but the code on the lock was 6969, an easy number to remember. We were on the beach in 20 minutes and there was one other younger couple and a dozen college guys. This was a Tuesday, if I remember correctly and the nudist beach was really active on the weekends. We were nude in moments.

The place was beautiful. The pure sand beach went down to the water's edge, which was all lava about 20 to 40 feet further out into the ocean. It had lots of little pools in it, and the large waves would regularly break on the lava sending water and mist all the way onto the beach. My completely naked wife went out to a pool in the lava and just loved the surf as it hit her. I stayed at the car because I am a slug, overweight and hungover. Over the next 4 hours or so, different guys would join her in her pool which was deep enough they could relax in water up to their necks. Knowing her, the guys got to feel her up and she was jacking them off. One guy who got in the lava pool told her he was a minister from Ohio. His wife would not go to a nude beach so he came alone. My wife liked him and they got to know each other really well. Through the afternoon, there was a steady stream of people, maybe 20% women and 80% men. The beach going west was as far as you could see but we stayed within sight of our car.

I wonder if it is still there? In my AANR newsletter there are a couple of nudist BNB's, but no nude beach is mentioned.

Sarong at a nude dance
 

Last Saturday my wife and I went to a dance at a nude resort. She wore a half sarong, which was so right. I just about came undone she was so hot. I hope she wears it again soon. It rode up above her pussy every time she sat down. And when she got up to dance, the little skirt was in a wad over her pussy for all to see. I loved the views!

Red sarong
 

What you think?

Visited a Bude Resort
 

My wife and I just went to a nude resort. She enjoyed her nudity. She visited the conversation pool and hot tube. She played nude pickleball with her body bouncing all over the court. She hiked nude. But the most enjoyable part was the dances on Friday and Saturday night. People usually start out the evening wearing sexy clothes, but those clothes slowly come off over the course of the evening. Such was the case with my wife. She began the evening with a see-thru bra top and a very short velvet sarong. However, by the mid-point in the evening, she was naked as hell and dancing all over the place. She bounced her lady parts to the fast tunes and ground her pussy into me and a new friend on the slow songs. At the conclusion of each night's dance, we retired to the hot tube with many of the other dancers. Some of the dancing couples would head out together for unknown adventures. We had met this new couple to the resort at the dance. So, they were game to head over to their place for an after-the-party party. We slugged down a number of straight shots of Jack to loosen all up. Then we played around with one another. When it was all said and done, we all promised to do one another again in the future. We finally headed back to our motorhome about 3:00 in the morning tired but satisfied.

I have attached a pic on the left of my wife's early evening attire on Friday night. The pic on the right is of her later night attire at Saturday's dance. Eventually, the g-string came off that evening.