ACCIDENTAL NUDITY SUNNING - EDITED
A few years ago, my husband, Dave and I were in South Carolina at our condo for a week of vacation. It was in late October, off-season, with not too many people around, and a great time not to have to battle crowds for restaurants, golfing, or even for space on the beach. Our unit is on the second floor, so the deck has a lot of privacy, especially if our neighbors to the north are not there or having renters. Their deck is the only place from which someone can look on to ours and be able to see very much. We spend lots of time on the deck, watching the spectacular sunsets, having drinks, and relaxing in the sun.
After we'd arrived it didn't seem like we had anyone next to us, so we were feeling like we had lots of privacy. This time of year, the weather is kind of mixed with some nice warm days and some requiring a long-sleeved shirt or even sweats. As a result, we hadn't bothered to pack our swimsuits. To our pleasant surprise the weather turned out to be a lot warmer than we'd expected and we ended up out on the deck quite a bit more than we had planned.
Early on one particularly nice afternoon we decided to lay out on the deck and catch some sun. Dave wore just a pair of athletic shorts that were pretty short and worked well for sunning. I wore a short light tank top that I just rolled up to the bottom of my bra, and the shortest shorts I had, to get as much sun as I could. I made a note to myself to get a swimsuit to leave here.
It was really warm in the sun and since there was no one else around Dave decided to shed his shots and sun in the buff for a while. I quickly admonished him for being so cavalier about the possibility of someone seeing him. He again assured me that there was no one staying in the condo next door, so it was pretty unlikely anyone could see us. Also we had not seen anyone one walk past on the boardwalk below for quite some time. And if someone did come by, they would have to be the center on an NBA team or walking on stilts to even come close to seeing us at the rear of our deck.
I kept asking him if he was sure it was safe for him to be naked like this. He kept promising me we were safe from any potential spectators, and, he added, if anyone did see us, we wouldn't know them, so no big deal. That didn't sound near as confident as his previous assurances. Let me say that while I'm not wanting to appear overly obsessive-compulsive about someone seeing us, I am mostly concerned with children who might be next door or even those priggish, up-tight adults who might take offense at being exposed to our nudity. After a while I got pretty warm and decided it would be OK for me to sun in just my bra and panties. Dave always gets turned on with me being outside in my underwear, even though I'm probably no more exposed, and probably less than in my two-piece swimsuit. But then, context is everything.
"You know, you could be naked too," he chided, "I'd love to see the sun on your beautiful breasts."
I'm pretty cautious and often a little self-conscious about my body, so I ignored his challenge and soon we both were reading and occasionally nodding off for a few minutes. After a while Dave decided to quit badgering me and close his eyes for a short nap. Thinking of what he'd said about the odds of others seeing us and the potential unwanted tan lines, I slid my arms out of my bra straps and peeled the cups down to just above my nipples. While I would do this with my bikini top at a beach or pool without hesitation, now in my bra I found myself unexpectedly feeling sensually aroused and even more surprised by my own willingness to strip-down like this. My attempt to minimize the coverage of my bra seemed a bit contrived and not especially flattering. Soon Dave woke up and saw me and suggested again that I go ahead and get naked with him, or at least take off the bra.
"I'm just fine like this, thank you," I replied unconvincingly, even to myself. "Oh, come on, no one's around," he pleaded.
With that I got up, put my arms back in my bra straps and went inside with our glasses to get us another drink. While I was inside, I could see Dave go to the corner of our deck to see if anyone was out on the one next to us. He obviously couldn't see anyone there, so he went back to sunning nude again. Soon I returned with a couple of gin and tonics, wearing my thin, short white cotton robe.
I sat back to enjoy my drink, and soon undid the robe and pulled my arms out of the sleeves. Dave was very surprised and more than a little pleased to find that I had taken off my bra and was now sunning next to him quite topless in just my sheer white panties which I'd rolled down to just cover my muff. I'm not sure he really wanted to acknowledge the fact for fear I'd get self-conscious and pull the robe back around me.
But after a few minutes, he said, "You look absolutely stunning out here, you know. You have the most beautiful breasts in the whole world." Dave always tells me my breasts would get an "A+ from any man filling out my report card.
"Yeah, well I'm glad you believe that, just let me know if you see anyone else around," I shot back. "I'm still not sure we should be out here like this." I'm often a little sensitive about exposing myself in public places, except when we've been in the Caribbean where the nude beaches seemed to welcome one and all.
We both nursed our drinks and read while it really did feel so good to be nearly naked in the sun. Soon we both were nodding off again. After a little bit I woke up and found myself getting even more excited by my bare and lotioned breasts glistening in the sun. The cool breeze was also teasing my nipples to perform their magic. With all this stimulation, I couldn't resist the temptation to take off my panties.
Dave, now seeing me naked went inside and got our camera, came outside, and quickly took four or five shots of me before I figured out what he was doing.
"Put that thing away," I protested, though without much conviction. I was liking the image of me outside naked in the sun. The risqué nature of having been captured on film and the now conflicting feelings about possibly being seen by an unknown spectator only heightened my arousal. Dave managed to shoot several more frames before I got up. "These are going to be spectacular pictures," he said. Then I took the camera and our glasses and went inside. I came back with more drinks and we got comfortable again.
Again, we both must have fallen asleep for a while, and when I was awakened by a clicking noise reminding me of Dave's camera. While I was ready to tell him to stop, I opened my eyes, behind my dark sunglasses, to find there was a guy on the deck next door looking at me over his shoulder, trying to appear nonchalant. I wasn't quite sure what to do, but I certainly didn't want to confront him, or even acknowledge his presence, so I continued pretending to be asleep. There was no doubt in my mind that he'd been there a while. He had obviously seen us as we napped exposed in the sun, and probably taken photos most likely of me. He may have suspected I was now awake and becoming aware of his presence, so he moved out of my line of sight.
