[edcindy]

I had intended to write 2 or 3 sentences about an incident with a sheer swimsuit, and somehow it turned into a short novella! (For those of you wishing the Reader Digest Versions: I cut the lining our of a white swimsuit. It turned out awesome!)
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Twenty years ago my girlfriend had a white swimsuit with a beach logo on the front which I bought her. Like most white swimsuits it was slightly (just barely) see-through when wet. Enough to be kind of fun (for both of us, she likes this sort of thing too), but it could be reasonably worn even in a public setting like a beach.

After the first few times she wore it I secretly cut out the lining on the entire back of the suit. Luckily it came out nicely right along the seam up the sides. I anxiously waited for an opportunity to see her wear it again. The next time we were at a hotel with a pool, we went swimming late in the evening when there where only a handful of adults in the pool and hot tub (mostly businessmen).

I didn't tell her anything but enjoyed watching her. The effect was very interesting. When the suit was completely wet the back was totally see-through. However without the lining, the suit dried almost instantly, so in less than 5 seconds it went back to being opaque. Initially I was somewhat disappointed by this, but soon realized it actually made it quite fun.

Of course I tired to maximize her coming in and out of the water every way I could, standing in the shallow end etc. The people in the pool (especially the men) started surreptitiously glancing in her direction. At first, I suspect they thought they might have seen something, but then thought it might be their imagination. Soon however, they figured out what was going on and were openly staring whenever her back was turned. I of course was able to make sure that was most of the time.

The beautiful thing was that it was totally plausible that she was unaware (which she was - at least this first time), because (A) it was the back of the suit and (B) the effect disappeared so quickly that it really would have been difficult for her to see. You can't see your own backside as you come out of the water.

We ended up in the hot tub with several businessmen. It was one of those where the jets were on a timer on the wall, so naturally we made her keep out of the spa to turn them back on. The men were sitting on either side of the steps in the small hot tub, so her butt was at eye level, barely a foot from their faces as she passed by them and climbed up the steps of the tub.

I quietly encouraged her to only set the timer for 5 minutes, so she'd have to keep walking up the steps out of the hot tub. She knew they were enjoying watching her do so, and she was more than happy to show off her hot little 20-year old body, in what she assumed was a slightly see through white suit. Her nipples were hard in spite of the hot water and she knew you could just make out her aureoles. But she had no idea the show she was giving every time she walked up the steps. The back of the suit was as see-though as the thinnest wet t-shirt you can imagine. The color completely dissapeared all you really saw was flesh.

As it got near closing time for the pool (why do hotel pools even HAVE a closing time??), the men made their way out of the tub and the pool area. Left alone, my girlfriend commented to me about how intently the men were staring at her each time she got out of the hot tub and walked up the steps.

I suggested she go into the women’s locker room and see if there was a mirror near the showers so she could see the back suit wet.

She eyed me suspiciously and asked “The back of the suit??”. She disappeared into the locker room and less than a minute later I heard a very loud “Oh, my God, OH MY GOD!”.

She came back out glaring daggers. I’d seen her blush a little before, but right then her face was RED and it extended down her neck and into her chest where it disappeared in the scoop of her swimsuit neckline.

“You did this!” She accused, hands on hips. “What did you do?”

I calmly shrugged and smiled, and told her “I cut the lining out of the back of the suit.”

She punched me in the arm and spun on her heals back into the locker room.

I’m not sure why, but I love this next part… I heard the water turn back on, followed by another “Oh, My God!”. Then once again more shower sounds and a loud whispered “Holy sh*t!”. She couldn’t stop looking at what they had seen. It wasn’t just the suit that was getting wet at this point, if you catch my meaning!

Now it wasn’t that she was shy, or wasn’t adventurous when it came to exposure. She liked to dress very sexy when we went out. Short skits, see-through blouses or skirts or tights, high cut this, low cut that, thongs, no panties, no bra… you get the drift. But in those situations you’re teasing exposure and you have some control over who gets to see how much.

We’d both been in various states of undress in the woods, or in cars, or after hours in workplaces, etc. You might get caught, but you accept that that's part of the risk - and part of what makes it fun (and so far we had never really been caught). But at this point in her young life she’d never been to a nude beach, or to Mardi Gras, or to an “adult” Halloween party. Never intentionally naked in front of a group. All her exposure had been one-on-one, or very brief. And somehow it’s different when you didn’t plan it and don’t have control over it.

She stormed out of the locker room tightly wrapped in a towel with a different kind of intensity on her face.

“Room, Mister!” And we headed down the hall toward the elevators. It took me a few seconds to notice her shoulders were bare. The swimsuit was wrapped up tightly in her hand.

“Why’d you take your suit off?”

She stopped and look at me with her mouth open, and I could almost see the thoughts running through head. The swimsuit wasn’t “decent” to wear in public, so she took it off.

She had wrapped herself in a towel, but not a nice, big soft beach towel that we might have brought, but didn’t. This was one of those thin, small, rough towels the hotel has at the pool for you. It couldn’t have covered her butt by more than an inch or two, It was barely long enough to overlap and tuck under her right arm - it didn’t overlap by much.

I could see the realization hit her that she was naked in the hotel hallway save for a crappy little pool towel! Her arms instinctively pressed tighter to her body and she began to reach her left hand up to secure the “towel-tuck” that all women have a ninja-like ability to perform. But she saw that she had her swimsuit in her hand and - ninja or not - the towel tick is a two-handed maneuver. The tuck would have to hold!

She silently turned and resumed her course toward the elevators, but at a much more cautious pace. Of course I could have volunteered to hold her suit, but what fun would that be? And she was too flustered at the moment to think of it. Instead I hung back slightly to enjoy the view.

Now, I am sorry to disappoint you dear reader, but if this were a work of fiction, the towel would surly drop, the room key would be lost, and all sorts of other sexy misadventures would follow. However as this is a true story the tale of the towel offers only the added excitement which came from the vulnerable position my girlfriend managed to put herself in!

As we waited for the elevator, a middle-aged couple hauling luggage appeared. For some reason my girlfriend felt the need to try to hide the swimsuit behind her back, which did nothing good in the battle with the towel. We let the couple get on the elevator first, and the only real drama came as we followed them on.

My girlfriend abruptly froze as she reached the back or the elevator, pinning her arms to her side. Glancing down I noticed the overlap in the towel had become a split coming up her right leg toward her hip. It would have been very interesting had our floor been first, but they were on '2' and we were on '3'.

As soon as they left the elevator she rotated the towel so that she could hold both ends at the top with her right hand. This was not accomplished in an entirely PG-13 manner.

Fortunately (?) our hallway was empty, so she walked briskly to our room not caring that the towel split down the whole side up to where she was holding it. We got into the room and wasted no time doing all the things you might imagine we would do.

An interesting footnote to this story. Several hours later when the -ahem- activities were winding down, I announced I was thirsty. This was a signal to initiate an activity that we virtually always performed when staying in a hotel. It went something like this:

Girlfriend: “Would you like me to get some ice?”
Me: “That would be nice…”
(I’m sure you can see where this is going...)
Girlfriend: Should I wear this? [Indicating whatever skimpy lingers she was or had-been wearing.]
Me:”If you dare...”

Followed by the girlfriend making a trip down the hall to the ice machine half-naked. This was of course a turn-on for both of us (and often in those days initiated further rounds of -ahem- activities… nowadays often followed by a nap). Note that this differed from the swimsuit (and towel) incident in that it was a voluntary risk of exposure, therefore more sexy for her than embarrassing, even if caught (which I think only happened once amazingly)

But tonight there was a new twist. She simply said “okay” and got up from the bed, grabbed the ice bucket, and strolled down the hall stark naked. The first of many such times.
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I wish I had some good pictures of the suit from those days. These are from several years later when we had removed the lining from the front of the suit as well.

These pictures are not very good quality, they especially don’t show off how the back of the suit looked, but you can get an idea from the lower front of the suit which is the only part that’s freshly wet.