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Following our weekend away in the countryside where I discovered how much I liked being naked outdoors, our first proper holiday was to Spain. I'd done plenty of nude photoshoots and even some outdoors in secluded places, but I was still a very shy in full public situations, despite being previously caught naked by some ramblers.
It's not unusual in Spain to see women topless on the beach and I decided to join them and sunbathed topless. However, if I went in the sea or to grab a drink, or even stood up at all, I would put on my bikini top; like most of the other women there.
After a couple of days of wonderful relaxation, hubby had finally persuaded me to not put my top on when going into the water. He confessed he really liked me to show off my nice tits and body. We were sunbathing close to the water, so I did go topless swimming a couple of times that day. I found it exhilarating to feel the fresh air over my naked breasts. And there was that familiar excitement whenever I stood up without my top on. I was beginning to like having people see me topless.
The next morning, the memory of swimming topless was still on my mind, and if I'm honest, making me a little horny. As I was feeling a little daring I put on my "Hustler" brand bikini. Both the top and bottoms had see-through panels in the shape of a star but more importantly, it was very, very small. It wasn't a thong, but the rear coverage was very minimal in that it only covered half my butt. At the front, I was also risking exposure as it was very narrow and if I made certain moves, one or other side of my pussy would actually slip out. The bottoms were very low cut and only just covered my trimmed bush. The top could barely keep my tits under control, but I wasn't planning on needing it that too much.
On arriving at the beach, I removed my sun dress and stuffed it into the beach bag and I noticed hubby rummaging for his little compact camera. He told me how amazing I looked and insisted that I just pose there in the bikini for a couple of snaps. I felt slightly self-conscious as there was a lot of people around. I reached behind me, my heart pounding, and undid my bikini top. I felt the material pull smoothly away from my breasts and I threw the top to one side. Hubby grabbed another couple of shots.
By mid-morning, as I was sunbathing topless, hubby asked if I wanted another coffee. There was a coffee hut at the back of the beach, some 75 yards away, right next to a busy promenade that was lined with shops on the opposite side. With that, I thought I would give hubby a treat, so I offered to go and fetch the drinks.
I stood up and grabbed hubby's wallet, confirmed his usual order, and said bye. Hubby immediately asked me if I was going "like that", i.e. with only bikini bottoms on. I said I was and wandered off. I looked over my shoulder at his grinning face.
I hadn't realised how far away the coffee hut was, this was by far the furthest I had been whilst topless. I got a huge adrenaline rush walking amongst all the sunbathers feeling my boob sway slightly as I walked.
I reached the coffee hut and joined the queue which headed out sideways from the hut. This put me alongside the paved promenade which was fairly busy with people out for a stroll. There was only a twelve-inch high wall to keep the sand on the beach. I started to notice a couple of glances my way from the fully dressed folks walking along the row of shops. I looked around and noticed that I was the only topless female in the queue. Others were in full bikini, wraps or sarongs.
One particular gentleman, about fifteen yards away, stared straight at me for a few seconds. As discretely as possible I reach up and casually brushed my left breast and nipple with my hand as if unconsciously brushing sand away. As I brushed my nipple, a small shockwave of pleasure ran through me. Did I really just caress my own naked breast in front of this guy? Oh, the excitement.
I reached the counter and placed my order with the guy who was grinning madly, staring straight at my boobs. He placed the drinks on the counter, and at this point I realised I had a problem. I had the wallet, thick with loose change, and two large coffees and I was dressed only in a tiny pair of bikini bottoms.
I immediately had a brilliant plan, so I hooked hubby's wallet over one side of my bikini and be able to carry the two large coffees. It took about 10 yards of shuffling through sand to realise this wasn't a great idea. The weight of the coins was dragging down the wallet and my bikini bottoms with it.
As I walked, it seemed that the bottoms were slipping further and further down on the right-hand side. I considered putting down the coffees and sorting things out, but I decided to press on. Back at the sunbeds, I glanced down and saw my bush partly showing over the top of the bottoms. It was at that point trimmed into the classic brazillian.
Hubby was overjoyed and confessed that he'd loved watching me walk about topless and loved seeing my bush peek out as I walked back. He also confessed that he was secretly hoping they would fall down. I confess that the whole experience gave me a massive rush, and I genuinely wouldn't have been too upset if they had fallen down.
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In the afternoon, a couple of people started sunbathing on loungers immediately behind us. The guy was a lot older than us, but his wife seemed about our age. They were both conservatively dressed, she in a black one-piece swimsuit with a sarong and him in tee-shirt, shorts and sandals with a baseball cap. By contrast, I was sunbathing on my front, topless of course, with my butt hanging out of my bikini bottoms.
The guy asked hubby where to get drinks etc from. Clearly, they were new, so hubby pointed them at the coffee hut and further down there was an ice-cream van parked on the promenade.
He thanked us, fetched his refreshments and on his return we got chatting; just small talk of course. The guy was sat on the very end of his lounger chatting to us, when I got that buzz of excitement again, knowing I was topless, wearing only skimpy bikini bottoms just a few feet from this guy.
So I announced I was going for a swim. The guy clearly hadn't realise how underdressed I was as I laid there, because his eyes widened considerably when I stood up. I hung around for a second or two chatting, hands on my hips being as blatantly topless as possible, only a couple of feet away from the guy. As he was sitting down it meant his head was in direct line with my tits. I could see him checking me out; to be honest, he didn't even try to hide the fact and I could see his gaze move from my bare tits to my barely covered pussy.
I slowly walked off towards the water, knowing my ass was nicely on display for hubby and this guy. I only spent a few minutes in the water, as I was so excited and horny, I couldn't wait to start the long walk back.
I pulled the bikini bottoms down slightly whilst in the water - that often happens by accident but I wanted to make sure. I wandered back to the guys who were chatting and I stood there for a while, wet (in both respects) and thoroughly enjoying the attention I was getting. I glanced down and realised I had once again exposed the very top of my bush.
We headed back to the apartment that evening and had the most amazing sex and talking about what had happened that day. Hubby was loving it, and I was loving the effect it was having on him. Every time I mentioned pulling my bottoms down deliberately, hubby's 7.5" cock stood to attention and he buried his face in my pussy.
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After a day sightseeing, we returned to the beach. We'd sunbathed the morning away, me topless and in my now favourite Hustler bikini bottoms. Occasionally flashing hubby my pussy. I was getting blatant now and it was making me feel extremely randy.
I suggested to hubby that we hire a pedolo and go explore the bay and he readily agreed. The pedolo hire was right on the beach, and was managed by two Spanish guys in jeans and teeshirts.
Despite my previous antics, I think hubby was still taken aback slightly when I packed all my clothes, including my bikini top, into the beach bag and started walking over to the pedolo place; still topless in tiny bikini bottoms.
I approached the two guys, smiled and asked to hire a pedolo. He looked very pleased to see me and I asked if he would look after my bag during our ride, to which he agreed.
The second guy dragged a pedolo in shore and hubby climbed in and sat down. I headed to the opposite side and the second pedolo guy held my hand as I clambered aboard, a little unsteadily and worried what the tiny bikini bottoms were doing as I was stretching my legs into the boat. I thanked him and sat down next to hubby. I had no clothes with me other than the bikini bottoms I was wearing. Hubby pointed that out to me. "That's the idea" I replied.
We maneouvred our way out into the bay and stopped and floated for a while. The bay was surrounded by jagged rocks on both sides, so we pedalled over to one side for a closer look. It was very picturesque. There were only one or two other pedolos around.
On top of the rocks, say 30 feet up, was a chap who looked like he was taking landscapes or seascapes. He had a large camera bag and looked to be using an SLR of some sort. He looked lost in his hobby whilst we bobbed around just beneath him.
I announced to hubby that I'd like to do some sunbathing on the deck that was immediately behind the seats and I climbed into the back. As hubby looked on, I slipped off my bikini bottoms. I was feeling incredibly horny and my insides were quivering with excitement, what a buzz. Grinning at hubby, I made a big show of tossing my bikini bottoms to one side.
It felt great to be naked in the open again, but I was pretty horny so relaxing was difficult. I looked over at hubby who was grinning from ear to ear. He pointed up at the rocks above us. I followed his gaze and there, above me, was the photographer looking straight back down at me.
I felt the buzz shoot through me, from my nipples to my pussy lips. I was turned on being naked, but now I was being spied on.
I wanted him to know that I knew he was looking and that it was okay, so as I lay on my back, facing straight towards him, I gave him a little wave.
He waved back, and began rummaging in his camera bag. He swapped lenses, removing a normal black one and attaching a very large white one, which he pointed straight at me. He was now taking nude pictures of me. Wow, I was loving it.
I half closed my eyes, as if relaxing, and I raised my right knee, and then let it fall to one side. I knew that would expose my pussy lips & I actually gasped with excitement.
I looked up and he was still there pointing the camera at me. I assumed he was taking plenty of pictures.
Hubby was also getting very excited and I could see his cock pressing against his swim shorts.
I then wondered how I felt about exposing Hubby to the photographer. I reached over and put my hand down Hubby's shorts and began stroking his cock. The pre-cum told me that he was enjoying the moment intensely. I couldn't hold myself back and I pulled him closer and pulled down his shorts just enough to release his cock. I decided at that point that I very much enjoyed having Hubby exposed as well as me.
I gave his cock a little kiss, but was still too concious of the photographer to do anything too graphic, so I asked hubby to pedal us away and promised we finish it later. I still lay there naked and I gave the photographer a little wave good bye as we floated off.
Afer we had bobbed around for a bit, me still naked on the rear deck, I eventually pulled on my bottoms and we headed back to the shore.
My confidence was growing, so as we started for home, I just pulled on my bikini top and walked back through the streets just in my little bikini.
Our apartment was in a less touristy, more suburban location and the streets were deserted, it being late afternoon, so I took off my bikini top, stuffed it in my bag and carried on walking. Hubby was grinning widely again, taking more pictures, and I could see him attempt to adjust the bulge in his swim shorts. Perhaps I shouldn't have stuffed it into my bag as when a taxi appeared from around a corner, I had little choice but to just carry on walking.
Being seen topless on the streets was more exciting that being seen on the beach - I guess because it's not that unusual at the beach.
We've had more holidays to sunny climates, but I'm going to ask Jay to relive those for you.
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