[winston optic beer]

When I was a teenager, a couple of my parents' friend told me about a holiday they'd all had together. This would have been in the late sixties before toplessness became commonplace.

The guy complained that his wife's bikini top had fallen off as she climbed out of the hotel pool. From what I could gather, she'd done her best to maintain her dignity in what might have been an embarrassing situation. Admirably, she'd stayed calm despite having her tits out in front of lots of people. She just quietly recovered her top and calmly put it back on.

She said that it had been no big deal and didn't bother her at all. Her husband said that it did bother him. He hadn't wanted a bunch of Spanish waiters to see his wife's tits.

Decades later, I was with my young son in the leisure pool at a sports club. He was playing with another boy whom he'd befriended. The boy's mum, who I knew slightly, was standing poolside in her swiming costume waiting for him to finish. After a while, she told him it was time to go.

Trying to be helpful, I lifted the boy up to her. She bent forward to grab him in her arms. As she did so, the front of her costume sagged a little, giving me a close up view of her lovely boobs.

I couldn't avoid seeing them and she realised what was happening but couldn't do anything about it. For a moment she'd appeared to be embarrassed. Then she thanked me and walked away with boy.