I am a spanish girl in my thirties. I posted that some years ago:
I'm into triathlon and I am very very fit. I go to the swimming pool twice a week, with my team mates and our trainer. I'm the only girl: 5 young boys (from 22 to 40 years old), the trainer (in his forties) and me. We are good friends.
I have 4 different onepiece swimsuits. Three of them are pretty conservative. However, the other one is very very very very sheer when wet.
It's subtle thing, not pornographic, but its very sheer when wet. It's like being completely nude if someone stares. It's a yellow Carrera swimsuit with NO inner lining: it is very seethrough. My nipples are fully exposed, and my completelly shaved pussy, too.
We had being fantasizing for years about wearing a really seethrough swimsuit into my swimming pool trainings. I was very horny thinking about it, and we used to talk about it while having sex. However, it was just a fantasy.
One day, when I arrived home, my husband gave me a gift: it was that swimsuit. He had already tore off the inner lining.
- I cant' belive it: you have taken the lining apart!! Oh! You're a pervert.
- Well, just think about it. If finally you don't get round to wear it in the swimming pool with your friends, you can at least use it to tease me and to fuck in the shower.
- You're a f****ng pervert, darling.
I kissed him and inmediatelly got naked infront of him, put it on and went into the shower. When he saw how daring it was and when I saw me on the mirror, we had to fuck inmediately, still wearing it, just putting it aside.
During the first weeks, whe just used to role play, fantasize, and have sex in our shower.
One day, when I was in the changing room, I saw it inside my sports bag. I laughed: it was my husband who had put it there. I took the normal swimsuit, as every other day and moved on. At night, we joked about it and used it againg for sex.
For some weeks, my husband keept putting the yellow swimsuit into my sports bag again and again. It was his way of encouraging me to do it. I did'nt even know if he really wanted me to do it or if it was just a game within us to have sex at home.
Some days later (6 months ago), in the locker room, I saw it again in my sports bag as every other day. However, some seconds later, I couln't believe my eyes when I saw that I HAD NO OTHER SWIMSUIT!! I was completely sure that I had taken another one. It was not a mistake: it was my husband who had removed it!!
I phoned him:
- Have you removed my swimsuit from my sports bag?
- Yes, darling, I did it.
- You're a f***ng idiot!
- I did it for you... What are you doing to do?
- F***ck you!
I rang off. I was really pissed off.
But I was really really horny, too. Very horny. And I did'nt want to lose my training session... LOL
What I was going to do? Was I brave enough? Everyone would see my tits and pussy, but I had the plausible deniability alibi by my side. I could give them a show and continue being the same shy and naive girl...
It would be a dream come true. But I was soooooooooooooooooo afraid...
I put it on. I looked me in the mirror.
I couldn't believe my eyes: despite of being still dry, my nipples were already poking through the fabric and I had subtle cameltoe between my legs.
What I was going to do?
Well, I have always been a bit reckless:
Two minutes later I was hearing my heart as a drum of war while saying hello to my friends and to our trainer.
Inmediatly they had realized that my new swimsuit was a bit special...
Despite of being still dry during our warm up exercises, I realized that my teammates were still staring and stealing glances at my poking nipples and pussy. I was really embarrased. I usually talk a lot, but that day I was dumb.
Then, we plunged and started swimming.
However, as I was still dry, that hadn't been a big deal: forty five minutes later, my big challenge was going to arrive: OUR STRETCHING EXERCICES OUTSIDE THE POOL. We always make them altogether in a circle.
I knew how sheer my swimsuit was when wet. It was going to be like being completely nude infront of my friends. i couldn't believe it.
I couldn't escape.
And I didn't want to.
Was I going to be brave enough?
We had finished the training. They were all out of the pool waiting for me. I was petrified, still in the water, when I heard my trainer: Hurry up, honey!
While I started climbing the stairs I felt how the silence arrived inmediately. I was bowed, looking at the floor. When I dared to look at them, they were all staring at me in silence.
Wow! I had done it!
Now it was time to relish it and, above all, act normally: plausible deniability, that was the key issue.
I smiled. I took my place in the circle and I started stretching. They followed me. There had never been so much silence during our stretching exercices... They couldn't help looking at me, but I was pretending to be completely oblivious about it.
When I got back to the locker room I watched myself in the mirror: ther was nothing left to the imagination. I took my phone and sent a snapshot to my husband:
- I DID IT!!
I got used to wear it quite often in my training lessons, but eventually I also mustered the courage to wear it in a real marathon on the street, several times.
My nipple piercing or the little tattoo on my pussy are not a secret anymore when I wear that swimsuit, but plausible deniability is still by my side. If someone stares, technically I am naked, but I can be oblivious about it.
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