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Originally Posted by MFN
2) At a bar late one evening she heard the sound system playing "her song", so she stripped off and climbed onto the bar and danced. (That was a long while ago, but when she recently bragged about it on a group tour overseas they called her bluff so she had to do it for them.)
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I'll give details of the incidents listed at the start of this thread. Not necessarily in order.
Firstly, here's how the stripping off at a bar happened: Years ago we were out drinking with friends at a public bar. In spite of the late hour, the place was still noisy and crowded. In our group were my wife's boss and his wife, a few of our neighbors, and a couple of my wife's grad students. Plus about thirty or so other customers we didn't know. It was Sunday night. The women started discussing the State's silly Blue Laws, which at that time banned use of any dance floor on Sundays. Then they coyly reasoned that the way the law was written, you could dance but just not on the floor. That left the top of the bar, maybe that would be o.k. Just then a bump-and-grind song she liked started playing so my wife pulled herself onto the bar surface and, in keeping with the music, did an impromptu striptease. When she got down to underwear, she made her two grad students look away whilst she stripped down to full nude. For the remaining few minutes of the song she gyrated, twirled, bent over, and shimmied and jiggled just like a real stripper, then got back down. When she rejoined us at our table she realised she had cast all her clothing items out to the crowd, so now her students got to see her naked anyway. Soon, bits of her kit started showing up, with bank notes of varying denominations stuffed into the pockets! At work the next day, her boss the dean and the two students treated her with new respect. As did I.
Many years later we were part of a 10-day overseas tour and on about the sixth day we were in a small rural village and our native guide brought us to the only eating/drinking establishment in town. After dinner we watched a local group perform traditional music and dancing. After the set programme and many rounds of the local imbibement, my wife started talking about how she loved to dance, and how one night many years earlier, in surroundings similar to this...and she told the whole story of her bar strip. Well, the other tour members didn't believe her. So they got the manager to lock the door, push a few tables together, and start some music. As a mature, respectable, honest woman, she had to accept the dare. She first checked with the manager to make sure she wouldn't be offending anyone; he said this was a private place so o.k. This time her dance was far more reserved: no bending or jigglinging, just a demure stripoff. Lots of cheering and applauding. She danced as the locals sang. They had not seen perfectly clean and smooth lady bits before, so at the end she did indulge them with closer looks at this rare and exotic treat. The local women were fascinated, saying the only hairless pudenda they were familiar with was on little girls. Well, at this point my wife was no little girl. Instead, a proud, mature woman with slightly sagging breasts, a small tummy bulge, lots of courage, a great sense of adventure, and a terrific ass!
Of course, we had to spend the remaining few days with our tour mates, all of whom now had intimate visual knowledge of her body. Each day they made up more light-hearted jokes about her performance. When they pressured her for a repeat on the final night, she instead challenged them to meet us at the nude beach the next day before departing for the airport.