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Originally Posted by SteveZR1

This is an erotic "non-changing room" experience that I had while vacationing with my wife Bonnie at Orient Beach, St. Martin quite a few years ago. My wife Bonnie & I visited St. Martin regularly back then. Keep in mind that Orient Beach was a little less commercialized back then, and a little more "nude friendly" than it is these days.

One day when returning from a day trip to the Cupecoy nude beach, we decided to drive to the public parking area adjacent to Club Orient, where there was a group of shacks & tents that peddle various T-shirts and the like. Bonnie wanted to browse.

Right on the beach near Pedro's Shack was a tiny little shop that sold bikinis, thongs & such. This shop was a walk-thru, one side open toward the other shops, the other end open onto the nude/topless beach. Of course, this is French St. Martin, so most everything on display was G-strings, thongs, sheer cover-ups, etc.

The French shopkeeper was 40ish, slim & nicely built. She was wearing one of the items that were for sale, a suede loincloth, which was simply a belt with fringe hanging in front, and of course, no top, with a bronze all-over tan. She looked great in that little loincloth.

This little shop was fairly busy, always seemed to have at least a few women in it at any given time, and it was about the size of a two car garage. And of course, being on a nude beach, there was no changing room. Seemed that at least half the women in the shop had walked in off the beach wearing just a coverup or a thong or just nude. At the time, I was the only man in the shop, and questioned if I was even welcome there, but Bonnie pointed out that they also sold men's swimwear.

Women were trying on all these tiny suits right before my eyes. Watching nude bodies on the beach is one thing, but I found it incredibly erotic watching these women taking bra tops and g-strings on and off right before my eyes, and thinking nothing of it. Of course this included Bonnie, dropping her top and shorts, handing them to me while she tried on a few things, and poked aroung the shop totally nude.

After Bonnie picked out a thong and a wrap around thing she liked, she tried to convince me to try on a man's thong that she suggested. But there I was, in spite of my efforts to avoid it, sporting a semi hardon under my baggy shorts. That's a story for another day.

This story is so true. I know the spot and the cute shopkeeper. Its up the beach now in the prude section so nudity is not as prevalent. Last year my wife, after a few cocktails saw a cute bikini she liked on one of the mannequins outside. I convinced her to go check it out. There is a dressing room now - a back of the store corner with a small curtain that barely comes to waist level. My wife had no idea what was about to happen but the shopkeeper took her over near the curtain and proceeded to "help her" out of her clothing. First the cute pink sundress came over her head leaving her in a pink pair of panties. The shopkeeper had brought the wrong size so she retreated tot eh front of the store to get another suit and asked my wife to come up with her. Since she thought we were away from the store front and we were alone, she obligized.

When she brought the suit back, she helped her out of her panties and assisted in her in putting on the bikini. At this time 4 couples had walked into the store and were browsing right next to us. The guys looking at the eye candy standing there with the new bikini on. At that moment, the shopkeeper said, this won't do and sn*tched the bikini off my wife in what seemed like one move leaving her naked in the middle of the store.

Eventually she found a suit that fit, but only after being on full display for nearly 5 minutes in only her birthday suit.