Topless Pool in Vegas
It took me decades to get the wife to transition from full bottoms to thongs, and after a really stellar boob job, I decided to push my luck by booking a bed at a topless pool in Vegas. I had been there previously with a buddy and noticed that about 75% of the women ended up topless by the end of the day, after enough liquid courage, so I figured the odds were good.
Turns out, the wife didn't even need alcohol. We got there as soon as it opened (around 11 am) and her top was off by 11:02. She wore nothing but her thong bikini all day, except when going to the bathroom; they have a silly rule about requiring tops at the bar and in the bathroom.
I was both impressed and shocked. It's one thing to be topless on a beach with people many yards away. This place had over 100 people in a fairly contained atmosphere. There were people all around us all day. AND she did nothing to try to cover them up. When we went into the pool the first time, I assumed she would make her way into the middle of the pool so that her tits would be below the water line. Nope. She walked over to the shallow end to keep her tits above the water. Of course, this attracted people over--both men and women--and she just stood there carrying on conversations and laughing the entire time.
Toward the end of the day, we went into the pool a second time. For whatever reason, the water was MUCH colder than earlier. I thought she might run back to our bed. Nope. Instead, she walked over and sat on the side of the pool. To be clear, the pool is the "main" spot at this place, where everyone is talking and hanging out, and the only protection it offers is the water level.
And here is my wife, on the side of the pool, with her tits out for everyone to see as they please. There was one guy who was sitting on the side of the pool about 10 feet away; he was staring so hard, I thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head!
Unfortunately, you can't take pics at this place but to give you an idea, my wife is about 5'2", 110 and size DD boobs.
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