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Originally Posted by stevezr1
... Defiance:
* On a few occasions we visited beaches both in the U.S and the islands where we expected to get naked, but found it was not the norm. She can become very upset in such situations. Once on Cape Cod, far from home, that was the case. Frustrated that we couldn't get access to a nude beach we settled for a public family beach. As soon as we sat down, she just pulled off her top, tits on full display. I noticed a lot of bugged-eyes focused on her. I know Bonnie got a lot of satisfaction from that. A few other similar episodes have played out where her defiance prompted others to follow her topless lead.
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I call those "f**k it!" moments.
I have a few of those in my memory banks!
The latest one was not that long ago. My GF was running late, naked and going through her drawers looking for underwear:
Her: "Darn it I can't seem to find any underwear!
Me: "I think there's some in the washing machine...it'll only take a few minutes to dry..."
Her, looking irritated: "Ah f**k it. I just won't wear any!"
{Proceeds to put on her thin one-piece jumper shorts that leave little to the imagination, least of all her nipple-pokies}
Her: "Does it look ok?"
Me: "Well..."
Her: "Ok good; see you later!"
{Door slams}
A few years earlier with the ex. It's late, she's naked and looking for a thingy (whatever it was I don't remember)
Her: "Where is that thingy?"
Me: "Well Babe...I think I left it in the car..."
Her: "Argh...how could you forget to bring it in? Well f**k it...it's dark anyway..."
{Grabs the car keys and proceeds to walk into the driveway - which is actually well lit - to the car completely naked. Comes back moments later}
Her: "Yay...I found it!" As she stand naked waving the thingy like nothing just happened.
Me thinking to myself:
"Wow. Just wow."
Whether those "f**k it!" moments are true frustration, or closet exhibitionism "disguised" as frustration...I just can't tell. There's a part of me that thinks my GF had always intended to go out with just a thin sheet of clothing on her, as she's very proud of her poky nipples...and that my ex knew she was about to "streak" our street. And they used "fake frustration" as the perfect excuse for their closet exhibitionism.
I think not knowing for sure is part of the whole thrill of it!