If you haven't already, you may want to read the White One-Piece story in post #86 before reading this.
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Interesting addendum to the “White Swimsuit” story. As I mentioned in the first post, we eventually decided that because of the way the suit dried off so quickly and went from very see-through to fairly respectable, it would be fun to cut the front lining out as well.
We had a few fun adventures, though nothing specific worth writing about. The girlfriend became the wife. But time passes and the days of doing stuff like that went the way of our youth. Let’s face it, at some point you go from “Take if off, baby!” to “Geez lady, put some clothes on!”
Luckily the wife is still closer to the former than the later. At 45 she can pass for 35. And we have found places where those our age can do these sorts of things with other like-minded people. But we are a bit more subtle in our fun activities in truly public places. Usually.
So fast forward 20 years from the original swimsuit adventure. She hasn’t worn the suit in years (although it still fits), not even in our backyard hot tub. But even though it’s 20 years old, and has been worn and washed a lot, it is still around.
We were taking our oldest son to his first year in college. Being half a day’s drive from home, we're staying in a hotel. The first night, the son is with us. He and I decide to watch a movie on TV, my wife decides to go down and use the hotel hot tub.
The next night it is just the wife and I in the hotel. She indicates she wants to use the hot tub again, but I am not feeling it, so I plan to stay in the room. She went in the bathroom to change. When she comes out she starts to throw on a t-shirt as a cover-up.
She’s wearing the white suit.
“Ok, I’ll be back in a bit”, she says.
“WHOA, you’re wearing that suit!!??”
“Yeah”, she says casually.
“Is that what you wore last night??”
“Yeah, but I wore this t-shirt over it.”
“You wore the t-shirt in the pool?”, I ask.
“Yeah.”
Now you might think she was teasing me, or being coy, but unexplainably she thought this was perfectly reasonable.
“What’s the point of that?”, I ask. “The t-shirt only goes down to your waist - it doesn’t cover your butt.”
“But I’m under water anyways”, she replied. "Besides, I don’t have any hair down there nowdays to show through the suit”.
At this point, the wheels start turning in my head, and I’m
a lot more interested in swimming than I was a minute ago. She did have a point that part of what was immediately noticeable in the past was that her public hair stood out strikingly when the suit was wet.
“Well, it looks terrible to wear a t-shirt in the pool over a swimsuit. It’s something an obese person would do. You should not be ashamed of your body. Besides, it’s against hotel rules, you’re only suppose to wear swimwear in the pool.”
While everything I said was true, clearly I had some ulterior motives. She was beginning to pick up on this.
“Really, I shouldn’t wear this?”, she asked with the beginning of a smile.
“Absolutely not.”
“Okay... I won’t”. Now she was teasing a bit.
She turned and left the room with a little extra sway in her hips. If I’d been thinking with my brain, I probably should have stopped her, but the brain was getting no blood at that moment. I wasn’t sure I believed she would go in without the t-shirt.
I waited several minutes - which was not easy to do - then I headed down to peek in and see what she was up to. I should explain that unlike in many hotels where the pool is at the end of a hallway, at this hotel the pool was located just off the hotel lobby, near an open staircase. There were several large picture windows so you could see into the pool area as you left the lobby.
There she was in the tot tub in just her suit.
I wasted no time returning to the room to change into my suit. I quickly headed back to the pool. She was still in the hot tub with several middle-aged men.
Part of the trick to getting away with this kind of stuff, is not to be too obvious about it. I used to know someone who dressed patrons at Renaissance Faires in chainmail. He always gave strict instructions to anyone he dressed that if you want to act like a sl*tty tavern wench, then you have to be completely modestly covered. If you want the costume to be more daring (e.g. wearing a chain mail skirt over a thong, or a chain mail bra without modesty panels), then you need to act very proper and natural, as if what you were wearing was perfectly normal.
We use this principle to have fun to this day. For example, she has never been shy about showing off her butt. The current trend for women of all ages and sizes to wear yoga pants has been a godsend for us. We purposely buy yoga pants that have
bad reviews on Amazon (“too thin” “see-though”). Then we go out to the local bar with her wearing the yoga pants (with no panties of course) and play darts or shoot pool. We act as if we have no idea. Any guys that notice act as if they don’t. As long as everyone feigns ignorance, everyone has a good time! Anyways, back to the story…
As I entered the pool area, I causally glanced at the hot tub. Even underwater at a quick glance her top looked pretty interesting. But I really wanted to see what the whole suit looked like, and that meant she had to come out of the water.
“How’s the water?” I asked as I found a towel and took off my t-shirt.
“Nice” She replied.
“I’m going to take a quick swim first.” I said.
I got in the pool and swam around. It was her turn to ask “How’s the water?”
“Really nice!” I replied. “Come and try it”.
She climbed out of the hot tub and walked over to the pool, coming down the steps into the water.
I was flabbergast!
Maybe I’d forgotten what the suit looked like, Maybe the years and the wear and the repeated washing had had an effect. Maybe it was because she’d never worn it shaved before. As I watched her get out of the tub I expected her ass to show, and look great... and it did. I expected her nipples to be poking out... and they were. I expected to be able to make out her aureoles if I looked carefully... and it didn’t take much looking.
I’m sure she expected the same. I’m sure she was having a little fun the previous night thinking she’d be showing her ass a little if anyone was looking. And I’m sure she knew that without the t-shirt, her breasts might be a little exposed. (And that has always been a much bigger deal for her than showing off her butt). But she hadn’t tried to look at the front of the suit below the t-shirt. As she told me later, that would have been hard to do without being obvious about it. And without hair she expected there would be nothing to see.
Wrong.
As she started walking down the steps into the tub I’m sure my jaw hit the floor. Where the suit was wet and in contact with her skin it turned from white to flesh colored. From five-feet away I could tell with 100% certainty that she was fully shaved. I could see her pussy lips so clearly I could actually make out her clit!
And in that moment I became as inappropriately dressed as she! A men’s swimsuit doesn’t have much ability to, ah, “hold things in place”, and I was instantly and uncontrollably hard as a rock. I was sticking straight out. My suit was tented out from me in a way that could easily be seen in the clear water of the pool.
“What’s going on there?” She asked cozying up to me in the pool, smiling.
“You might as well be naked” I stammered. “That suit is totally see-though. I can easily see your pussy lips.”
“What?... It can’t be that bad” she said skeptically. “But I like the affect it’s having on you!”
She was getting worked up at this point. I was getting nervous. A nice looking women can get away with a lot. A man in a public pool with a raging erection can expect the police to show up soon. I tried to swim around a little to get things to calm down, but it was too easy to see her suit in the clear pool water and I didn't want to stop looking.
“We need to get in the hot tub” I whispered urgently.
“Alright” she replied.
She walked calmly walked out of the pool, across the deck, as if she didn’t have a care in the world. After a minute or two, I managed to tuck things away long enough to get from the pool to the hot tub without causing an incident.
Now if you’ve ever fooled around in a public place, you can probably relate to the emotion journey you go through, which starts with being nervous that you might be caught, but at a certain point you are so worked up that you wouldn’t care if you were caught, and, if you’re a little bit of an exhibitionist (which I think everyone more or less is, especially most women), you may even have times where you
desire to be caught.
I thought we’d kind of lie low in the hot tub and wait for the crowd to clear, but the wife was
solidly in the mode of wanting to show off! There had been a half-dozen people in the pool area, but now it was just us and the two men in the hot tub. She kept moving around and sitting up on the edge, and even standing in the middle of the tub and stretching (the water in the tub was mid-thigh if you stood up)
The men were trying not to stare too obviously, but they were getting an eyeful. About then, I noticed a man in a suit walking past outside the pool area. As she stood and stretched with her (essentially bare) back to the lobby, he actually stopped and just stood there and starred for several minutes. When I motioned with my eyes toward the lobby, she actually turned around and ran her fingers through her hair giving her admirer in the window the full frontal view.
After a few more minutes, and at least one more double-take from someone passing by outside the window, I suggested we head back to the room. As I tired to awkwardly cover my erection with a towel around my waist, she just thew on her t-shirt and bounced happily down the hall.
We had a great time that night. I don’t know what got into her, usually I’m the one that initiates this stuff. We’ve done lot’s of wild things together, where there was a risk of being caught... We’ve done things that involve other people - wild parties, nude beaches, skinny dipping or hot tubbing with friends or groups of strangers... but I think it was actually the most brazen flashing she’s ever done of “regular” people in a public situation. But hey, I’m certainly not complaining!