[SukiNippz]

The Pub

We have some dear friends, a few years younger than us who made their money in IT, sold up and
retired just before the recession started. Predictably, he got bored. Late last year they bought an
old, closed down pub in the centre of a lovely small town in the South West near the coast. Their
challenge was to turn it into a desirable place to eat, and if they failed they were living nearer the sea,
in a fantastic old building. "Come down when you want; stay as long as you like" was the standing
invitation.

So this summer we did. As I said, a beautiful old building, mostly done up, and they were
working hard at building up the food trade. The guest bedroom faced the main road, with a few car parking
spaces out the front. The windows were almost floor to ceiling, with the window cill being perhaps only 8
inches above the floor. And the windows covered the width of the room. On the second morning, with
the curtains open I was performing my minor ablutions at the wash basin which was at the front of the room
and attached to the wall. Standing back from the basin a little I slipped the top straps on my nightie down
and gave my tits a flannel wash. I do hope the car drivers going past noticed.

There was a connecting door to its own bathroom, almost as big as the bedroom. About 3 feet back from
the centre of the window was a victorian styled double-ended bath, standing in splendid isolation. Halfway
along the rear edge were combined taps with a long flexed tube with a shower handle at the end - I'm sure you
know the sort of thing I mean. Behind it from the floor rose a vertical support with fixtures to clip in the
shower head. I used the shower with the curtains closed.

We stayed there a few days, enjoying the nearby sea and the glorious food, as well as
our friends' company. One morning she and I were standing out the front of the pub, looking at its front
elevation. I confessed that I wanted to take a full shower. in the bath, with the curtains open one morning.
She pointed up to the window, gasping, that "But the sun shines in there in the mornings, Suki, from
out here one could see everything!" I smiled sweetly and said that was why I wanted to do it. I
pointed up to the adjacent set of windows, drawing her attention to the side of the wash basin, clearly
visible. I confessed that I had been flashing my tits there each morning. I said that obviously
it could only be done if it looked, either innocent, or a mistake or for some obvious reason that the
person in the shower was completely unaware of the ramifications.

Later that night, after dinner, she and I were giggling over extra red wine, and she said "You dirty,
dirty girl, Suki. And if we find the right justification, I will take the shower as well, straight after you!"

This is a work in progress, you understand. The current best idea we have found is for my friend to sit on
a chair while I start showering and then stand and 'help' me by holding the shower head for me, and
after my shower I return the favour for her. A bit lame, we both think. Any other better suggestions?

The Boat

So, Mr Nippz came home and announced that two clients, high up in a well known IT firm, had
never been to sea in a small boat. As they were giving us a lot of work he said we were taking them
out for a full Saturday the 'weekend after next'. A bit of putting a few miles under our keel, letting
them steer, catching some fish, going somewhere nice - maybe Isle of Wight - for lunch. OK.

In the minor plans required it seemed obvious to us both that we needed to drive to the boat and
stay overnight on Friday, Mr Nippz meeting the guests early Saturday in the car park, and the two
of us sleeping on board again Saturday night after the day was done. I asked him what the two
guys were like.

On board the Saturday morning, Mr Nippz dressed and waiting for the mobile phone to ring
from our guests in the car park and me in my dressing gown. I reminded him of what I planned
and his role to play. He nodded and sighed. As usual. His phone rang and ashore he went
to meet the guests. Coming on board he introduced them to me. I apologised for not having
changed and told Mr Nippz that the cafetiere was ready, save me some, rolls were cut and buttered
and the bacon was cooked and keeping warm in the oven. I required one roll and two strips of
bacon kept back. They all laughed politely.

Most boats (other than those belonging to russian oligarchs) are usually quite cramped below
decks. Our beautiful and graceful old lady is no exception. Mr Nippz shoehorned himself
into the U shaped seating around the table, with the two guests following and hemming him in.
As planned. I went into the forward cabin and closed the door. This door closes in two ways:
the first is it just catches by friction against the door frame and looks fully closed, the second
is with more force and the handle mechanism clicking into place. I took my dressing gown
and nightie off, and put on a pair of white knickers with a lacy front. I pinched and pulled my
nipples hard, turned and leant and stretched forward to the front end of the V-Berth bunks
to access further clothing from my overnight bag. For balance, my left leg rose up and
straightened behind me and must (without me realising........) have touched the door which
then swung open into the saloon area. Three men with a view of my white-knickered arse.
"Suki!" Called hubby "Yeah, yeah, in a minute!" I answered. "SUKI, the door!" He shouted.

I turned and stood up. Standing facing them with tits on show and just wearing a lacy
pair of knickers. I froze. "Um......... er............ " I said. Hubby said "Close the door,
Suki, unless you were planning on showing us even more.................." One of our guests,
obviously the one near the door, moved quickly and closed the door.

Grinning, I put on a really thin bra and a fairly thin tight sweater. That should be good in
the cool sea breezes. I am good at pokies - I regard it as my main skill! A pair of
jeans, deck shoes, and out into the saloon I went, plonking myself on the vacant seat.
All was quiet. I reached to pour a coffee and said "Gentlemen, I have just thought about
what occurred earlier, An unfortunate set of circumstances. I also thought that I have
shown that, and quite a lot more, to complete strangers on foreign beaches. So I am not
particularly embarrassed. I just hope that maybe you think that these ageing tits were
worth a look (they both nodded!) and we carry on and have a great day on the water.
And you were my hero, when I froze. Thank you" I said to the one who closed the door
as I leant across and kissed him on the cheek, whilst making sure both tits pressed
against his naked forearm. I looked at Mr Nippz and said "That door needs looking at."

The day went as planned. A great day and a lovely pair of blokes who said they didn't
want to leave. They each took a couple of cleaned and descaled bass home for their
Sunday dinner which they had caught themselves and the more senior guy even picked
up the lunch bill for the four of us which was a very pleasant surprise.

On our own, Mr Nippz (who just barely tolerates my flashing activities) said it was one
of the horniest things he had seen for a long time, and was glad he could sit wedged
in behind the table until his erection had subsided. I told him I was writing it up for OCC
and he actually suggested recreating the view they had, with the same pair of knickers through
which he said it was very obvious how black my bush was. Hope you like it.