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 (England, that is) – 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 her family, 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.
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