[Canslover]

This happened a few years ago now. We were going on holiday to Spain. The hotel had a nice busy sun terrace and a bar that did decent cocktails.

Before we even flew out, we’d talked about it. Not in a sexy way, more in a nervous, honest way. My wife admitted she’d always been curious about going topless one day, but the idea of actually doing it made her feel exposed and self-conscious. I never pushed her. I just kept telling her that if she decided to try, I’d be right next to her the whole time, and that she could change her mind whenever she wanted.

On the day it actually happened, it didn’t feel dramatic.

We just took two sunbeds near the bar on the hotel’s sun terrace. There were couples, people scrolling on their phones, people coming and going with drinks. Very ordinary.

She’d tied her bikini top a little looser than usual. I noticed straight away. She was clearly nervous – adjusting it, sitting up, lying back down again. I could tell she was constantly checking who was around her.

We ordered a couple of drinks and just talked about random holiday stuff at first. After one drink she relaxed a bit. After the second, she started laughing more and stopped fidgeting so much.

At some point she shifted on the lounger and the top slipped slightly lower than it had been. It was only a small movement, but it was obvious to me that it wasn’t accidental.

I leaned closer and quietly said, “You’re doing great. You don’t have to go any further if you don’t want.”

She nodded, but she didn’t pull it back up.

A few minutes later, I gently slid one side of her bikini down just enough to uncover one nipple. It wasn’t quick or sneaky – I made sure she could stop me if she wanted. She froze for about a second, then let out a nervous little laugh.

She lay there like that for a bit, clearly aware of how exposed she suddenly felt, but also clearly enjoying the adrenaline. I could see her breathing change. She kept glancing at me, and every time I smiled at her she looked a little more confident.

After another drink, she did the next part herself.

She slowly pulled the other side down just enough to match the first one. Not fully off. Just enough that both sides were loose and her nipples were clearly visible.

That moment felt very real and very intimate, even though we were in public.

I could see a few people nearby looking. Not staring, but noticing. That was what really did it for me – knowing that other people could see her, and that she knew it too, and still chose to stay exactly as she was.

After a short while, she took a breath, reached back, and simply pulled the whole top down properly.

No big gesture. No posing.

Just… done.

She lay there, topless, sun on her skin, looking straight at me with this mixture of nerves and excitement. I honestly don’t think I’ve ever felt more excited or turned on at that moment.

We didn’t hang around for long after that. The tension between us had completely changed.

As soon as we got back to the room and closed the door, it all came out at once – the build-up from the conversation before the holiday, the nerves on the terrace, the looks from other people.

It really was the best sex we’ve ever had.