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My experiences have been similar to others. Several multiple opportunities stand out. First, while in college, we went to a going-out-of-business sale at a popular women's apparel shop. We only had one vehicle at the time, so I drove my wife there. Walking in, I was in heaven. The store was packed and women were not waiting for a dressing room. Most stripped to underwear and tried on clothes all over the store. Most were like us, college aged. My wife wore a sweatshirt without a bra so she asked me what to do. I told her to go topless and she did, wearing a pair of bikini parties that were very see through. Soon, there were about 5 of us boyfriends, brothers or husbands sitting in a corner watching the flocks of undressed girls. The guys commented about the topless girl and I gladly told them that was my wife. She came over to see me a couple of times to get opinions and I introduced her to them. I told her that her panties were see through so she should be nude but she didn't. Later she told me that she would have gladly removed them but she was thinking the other women would make her put on shorts or something. This was a few years before we became nudists.

Another favorite memory was my sister in laws wedding, held at their parents' home. At the old farmhouse, the back wing had been blocked off--no men allowed. But you had to go through a short screened off area to go into the bath. Soon, thanks to probably 20 girl cousins, the back bedroom overflowed into the hall and another room that shared the screened area. Most of we guys stood around outside the non-air conditioned home on this hot June day, leaning on the cars parked there. Soon the girls were obvious as they walked where we could easily see them, all in the then normal white underthings. Being the oldest cousin and oldest sister to the bride, my wife was sort of in charge. To everyone's glee, my 25 year old bride steps outside in her white bra, garter belt, stockings and panties with heels and comes straight over to me. Lots of whistles and some applause made her look at everyone and say "come on guys, everything is covered up---get a life" then she gave me a long list of things to go get for the other ladies, primarily make up but tampons and other stuff. She looked great, especially since everything she was wearing was new, a gift to the bridesmaids for the wedding---they all had the same undies. As I turned to go to my car, I saw maybe ten or twelve young boys staring at my wife. She told me later she saw them too and was tempted to cover her crotch because the panties were sort of see-through. She said the other ladies were surprised she walked out like that instead of at least putting on the half slip that was there. She said she really didn't think about it until she came back in----and was just glad that she wasn't partially nude. After the outdoor wedding, in the heat, some of the girls didn't bother going back into the back wing and changed in or beside their cars, putting on another show.

On another day, I went to a sports equipment store here downtown. I was by myself, and while I forgot what I needed, I was fortunate enough to be there when a college or high school girl's swimming team was getting their new team swimsuits. There was not enough room in the changing area so they changed outside where the other swimsuits were hanging on display. Ignoring me and the salesmen, some just stripped nude and changed there . One or two put their suits on over their underwear, but most did not bother. This was before girls shaved and there was a lot of fur on display and some peeking out from under the high-cut sides of the swimsuits.

Finally, a favorite memory. My lovely wife had a very sleek, clinging dress in a satin-like material, in a solid goldish color. She was in her twenties, pre-children and looked great. The dress did not button all the way down the skirt front so it exposed a lot of leg just below the crotch level. It showed every curve. I had told her the prior time she wore it that she could not wear panties that showed a line so she had bought beige skin-tone pantyhose, some thing I generally don't care for. It was Sunday and we had the bedroom upstairs next to the bathroom. We had the doors open to our bedroom and the bath; no one else was upstairs. She was walking around in a new, very small and revealing beige bra and the completely transparent panty hose, getting ready. She was in the doorway to the bedroom talking to me while I shaved, when my father came up the stairs and saw her standing there. She was completely exposed but somehow it was more exciting than her being nude, because of the bra and pantyhose. Her furry triangle could not have been more obvious, and since she was in her "underwear", she did not cover up like she probably would have if nude. He stared at her, and the three of us talked for a few minutes about how many cars we would be taking to church. He never looked away, and she realized it and blushed. Even though we were short on time, she got the pantyhose pulled down and was fucked hard before we went downstairs.