Watching her go topless first time

[naturistwineboy]

Originally Posted by sammy15

She is always worried about running into someone she or I know. Hasn't happened yet.

We live part time in a clothing optional resort. Very seldom go to the outdoor pool, it's just not something we do. We were there one day, and my wife had gotten out of the pool and talking to someone, while I was still in the pool. I didn't recognize the person, and as I walked up, he said hi. As it began to hit home with me, it was someone I served on city planning commission with. BUT, the story gets better...

Several days later, she finds a note from him in her mailbox at work, please call me. So she does, and he wants my wife to find him a companion to go to the resort with him. After she got over her initial shock, she asks, does your wife know you're looking for a companion to go to the clothing optional resort with you? He hemmed and hawed and eventually hung up. Several years later, I still refer her to his pimp, LOL. Short story, his wife was ok with being nude in the Caribbean, but was so afraid of running into someone locally (115 mile from their home), she wouldn't go.

Second unrelated story, I used to walk daily with a co-worker. He kept pressing for where our "vacation" home was located. I was extremely vague, not going to just put it out there. He finally pulled out his AANR card, handed it to me, and said are you going to tell me where your vacation home is? LOL He visited us several times, but never did bring his wife. Apparently she had the same issue.

[Shihoin]

Originally Posted by SteveShirl

So what if she does meet someone she knows - is that so bad?

Not as bad as some might think.

I've shared this story before, but a few years back we ran into an old co-worker of mine at our resort. She was with her husband, I was with my wife. All of us were completely naked.
Sure; it was a big surprise. Neither one of us ever thought that after working with each other for years, we'd see each other naked. But we very quickly got comfortable with the situation. She was even fine with me seeing her pussy as she reclined in her lounge chair.

It's scarier to think about than the actual reality of it happening.

[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.