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Old 09-22-2020, 03:38 AM
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Default My first time toplesss was at the beach

My first time to go topless was somewhat eventful. My husband had just bought me a new neon orange string bikini that offered very minimal coverage. It had very small triangular cups that hardly covered my boobs and tits and a tiny Brazilian bottom. It was as close to a thong as they offered at the time. I had not seen it until he brought it home from the store. The bikini was far smaller than I would have ever selected. The bikini gift? was more for him than for me. But I agreed to wear it to the beach – not at public or motel pools. He seemed O.K. with that. His bikini selection didn’t surprise me. He was always attempting to get me to agree to go topless. I was a little prudish at that time, and had never acquiesced to his requests. But I did grant him the wearing of the bikini – although I felt a little conspicuous parading around other people in it. The following day, my husband told me that we were going to a Santa Cruz beach where I knew many women went topless. That actually took some pressure off me, because people would be looking at the women that went topless rather than a woman in a bikini with both top and bottom on. Once there, my husband hurriedly located our beach blanket in the area where most of the topless women were lying out. I think he felt that I might be more apt to drop my top if I were in a group of women doing the same. However, that was never my intention. As I got down on the blanket, I turned over on my stomach. My husband brazenly reached over and untied my top’s strap across my back and the strap holding my top around my neck. I felt the first strap fall to each of my sides, providing all with a side boob shot. And the neck straps hit the beach blanket as they dropped off my shoulders. I gave him a dirty look for doing that. He innocently said that he didn’t want me to have nasty strap lines tanned across my body.

I did feel somewhat compromised in that I couldn’t readily tie the straps back in place without sitting up and exposing myself. As I laid there comptemplating how to confront this problem, I realized that my dear husband would be of little help in getting me back in place. He wanted to see a topless wife on that beach. As I lay there thinking how to rectify my situation, I noticed a very good-looking guy with a great build staring at me. Initially, I figured he was awaiting my move to retie my top in hope of seeing tit. But, then, with no movement being generated from me, he kept looking over at me in a flirty way. I began to return his looks in a demur way. Pretty soon, the flirting was going full tilt. I periodically would smile at him and then glance downward. He continued looking and smiling. My husband was unaware of the flirtations since I had kept the tits on the beach towel, he was looking at topless women elsewhere around us. In all honesty, my back began to ache from lying on my stomach so long to protect my modesty. I began to raise up a little to relieve some of the pressure on my spine. Of course, as I raised up, the good-looking guy could get a glimpse of my full jugs. Each time I raise up a little he would smile. Then I began to smile as I raised up and would extend my chest higher to provide him with a better and longer view. In the meantime, my horny husband was fixated on about a dozen topless babes on beach blankets nearby. I became a little pissed at him, and I resolved to correct the wrongs he had done so far that day. I sat up while pulling my top away and tossing it on his butt. He wondered what had hit him in the ass and looked up. He also immediately sat up and said, “Wow, I never thought you were going to do it!” I said. “Well, are you happy?” He responded with a “You bet I am!”

My husband began to look lustfully at my jugs. While he was focused on my chest, I glanced over at the guy that I had been flirting with, and he was looking long and hard at me as well. I pretended not to notice. However, I did see that all the men in the area were starring at my boobs and looking like they could jump me. It was a little unnerving, but, yet, it was a little empowering as well. I felt that I could ask most anything of these guys, and they would jump to attention and fulfill my every wish. It was at this moment I had the urge to stand up and brush the sand off my rear and shake my head back to let my long hair fall behind my back. I couldn’t suppress the urge and did what I felt like doing. I reached over and behind my head and brushed my hair back with my hands. I thought that there was about ten guys that just about dropped their uppers (including my husband). Since it was the first time I had ever worn this new orange bikini, and didn’t know how the suit would react on my body to various movements. I could feel that the Brazilian-cut rear portion had crawled up my ass. That butt creeping action had pulled the bottoms rearward and down in the front, which had partially uncovered my public hair on the top of the front side. These were the days before we waxed or shaved that area. Just as I realized my exposure, my husband leaned over and whispered your public hair is popping out the top of your string bikini bottoms. My feelings of unabashed empowerment turned immediately to feelings of embarrassment. I immediately sat back down and started adjusting the bottoms. After covering my pussy beard, I laid on my back with my boobs fully exposed and pointing skyward. I don’t know whether it was the cool ocean breeze coming off the water or my feeling somewhat sexual and/or sexually motivated, but my tits were hard as rocks. My husband mentioned that my tits were about as hard as his dick. I ignored his analysis. However, I did start to survey all the guys that had been watching me when I stood up, and to my surprise, most all of them were still watching me. I glanced down to my pubic region to verify that it was properly covered, and it was. Therefore, I realized that these guys were quite taken with my boobs. They are decent size, and I wear a 36D bra when I bother to wear one. For the first time I began to realize that I was attractive to more than just my horny husband. That made me feel great. I rolled over toward the good-looking guy that had been flirting with me. He was still doing the same. I smiled at him and gave him a come-hither look. I might as well have called him by name. Within a minute, he arose and walked right past me, and mouthed the word, “Restroom,” and motioned for me to follow him. I glanced over and my horny husband was looking at some other topless woman, and never saw this guy walk by. That pissed me off a little more, and I arose and announced that I needed to go to the restroom and would soon return. Being a little miffed about my husband still watching other topless women when I was doing my best to please him, I didn’t bother to put my top on, and strolled over to the restroom to meet the guy that had eyes only for me. I made certain that I was out of my husband’s site as I approached this guy. He said that his name was Ed, and that he thought I was the most beautiful woman he ever laid eyes upon. I thanked him for the compliment, and told him that that was one of the best lines a guy could give a woman. He swore that it was no line, and he really felt that way. He asked if I would like to have coffee with him sometime soon. I told him that I would if I were not married to the guy that was on the beach blanket with me. He said, "Oh, I am sorry – I didn't realize you were married.” I told him not to worry that he could not have known. I leaned over, while accidentally rubbing my bare boob against his arm, and gave him a little peck on his cheek, and thanked him for the nice compliment about my looks. He brightened up a little with that motion, and reached into his swimsuit pocket, and pulled something out. He leaned over and gave me a cheek kiss while stuffing a card into the front of my bikini bottoms, and said, “If anything changes, give me a call.” There wasn’t much room in that bikini bottom, so he may have gotten a little brush or feel of my pussy. But he was so nice, I really didn’t mind. He then said, “Well, you better get back to your man.” I agreed, and headed back. However, the positive reinforcement I received that day made me think that my going topless was not such a bad thing. I could also use it as a lever to get my husband motivated to do the things I wanted done or that I wanted to do.

Upon returning to our beach blanket, I had to discreetly remove the guy’s card from the inside pelvic area of my bikini. That would have required some explaining had he seen me do that. My return trip from the restroom also further reinforced my positive feelings about going topless, as all the guys were watching me lustfully as I strolled across the beach. It was funny that my husband a few minutes later saw my good-looking guy return to his beach towel only a few yards from us. He then said, I think that guy has a thing for you. He keeps looking over here. I told him that he was just imagining things. After a little longer we both were getting sun-burned, it was time to go. As we gathered our stuff, I chanced a little wave at my guy just as we departed. He did likewise, but I never saw him again. I did keep his card hidden away for the longest time though. I gave my husband another thrill on the way home. I walked back to the car topless and stayed that way all the way on the trip home to San Jose. He returned the favor by fingering me most all the way on that return trip. I climaxed several times. It was a ride we both remember to this day. Several people in pick-up trucks and 18-wheelers saw my toplessness through our car windows. And I am certain that some of those 18-wheeler drivers could see my husband fingering me as we passed them. That was especially the case as we got caught up in stop and go traffic on the freeway while entering San Jose. My hubby had pulled the bottom of my bikini over to the side exposing my pussy so he could more readily finger me. I had my feet on the dash with bent knees. I was breathing heavily and making faces that indicated that I was in ecstasy. There was no doubt that the truckers knew what was going on in the adjacent lanes to our car. Some of the truckers even slowed to travel alongside of us when their lane was pretty open up ahead – just so they could partake of the view. It made me hot to put on a sex show for so many others. I eventually pulled the bottoms off and rode naked all the rest of the way to our house. Then I got out and walked naked into our house. My husband was pulling off his swim trunks to lay the wood to me before he even got into the house. We had mad, passionate sex right there on the living room floor. It was a good day for both of us!
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