It one of these really hot humid summer day's. Although I showered only an hour ago, I am already feeling sweaty. I wished I had a swimming pool. The sun is high, the skies are clear, a perfect day to get a tan. I took out my new red bikini from the packet and since there was nobody home I just changed into it in the Kitchen, throwing my purple bra, and black panties, denim skirt and blue halter top into the wash basket as I grabbed myself a diet coke, a good novel, my Ipod and a towel. I was ready for a bit of time to myself.
I walked out of the sliding doors onto my big wraparound balcony and lay my towel down. I looked up at the apartment block next door, with the one apartment overlooking my balcony. It was the middle of a weekday and nobody would be home. I shouldn't need to worry about my privacy. If I lay close to the wall nobody would see me anyway. There was a guy who lived there, probably in his twenties and once in a while I could see him walking around in the room if the lights are on and I am looking out this way. My bedroom window faces the other side, but they did have a view over our balcony.
I lie down and enjoy the warm rays of sun against my back and legs. Its so relaxing, I feel quite sleepy and not able to focus on my book. I instead listen to music, and let my mind wonder.
I think about Tracey and Clare, my best tow college friends. They only yesterday went on the nude bike ride, an annual event where thousands of people, take to their bicycles wearing little or nothing while some get their bodies painted. I think it's a rally for liberation and freedom, and I suppose the lack of clothing demonstrates their commitment. I could not believe that Tracey and Clare had the confidence and nerve to go through with this. I could never imagine me parading naked, not even topless. I am generally quite shy and inhibited. I was brought up on the extreme side of conservatism. I think about what it would be like to be a happy go lucky person, not worry about anything and just be carefree and enjoy life. I wish I had more of that in me. I was there as they got going on the bike ride. Tracey had on only a cotton pink thong and no top. She bared her quite large breasts. Its not like nobody would look at her because she was on a bike. Thousands arrived to cheer the cyclist n and I bet their real intention was to take in the view of naked girls and guys in public. Clare went totally naked. Her whole body was painted blue but she still has everything on display even her pubic region.
I lay there and imagined myself doing what they did. I thought deeply and imagined myself taking my top off for all to see. I imagined cycling past all these guys and having them ogle my nudity. Suddenly I intensely wanted to experience this feeling of liberation, of baring myself for others look at me, to feel their glances across my body. The idea filled my mind and I started to feel aroused at this fantasy. My hormones started bubble, my breasts suddenly felt sensitive and I felt myself getting hot and moist in my groin region. I could not explain my body's reaction, as this is probably no big thing. So many people go to the beach and go topless or nude. This is the 21st century after all not the dark ages.
I pulled myself together and tried to think of something else, but a raw animalistic urge was coursing through my body, awakening it to action, possessing my mind with a single thought.
I sat up, turned around and I loosened the thin straps of my triangular bikini top. I pulled the spandex material away from my breasts with them hovering on top of them but still concealing them. I just lay there feeling like a job half done. I wanted to go further. I needed to. I yanked the top off completely and threw it to the side as if making a loud statement. I will bare my breasts today and not give in to my inhibitions again. I will for once be like my friends who are confident to show off their body. I lay there with my breasts bare to the world.
I enjoyed the sensation of exposing my naked breasts to the daylight. The sun baked them. I quickly took the sun tan lotion and rubbed the milky substance into my pale breasts before the sun burnt them. Sunlight was virgin territory for them. I rubbed the lotion over my nipple stand. My little pink nipples stood out a half an inch like tiny marbles surrounded by deep red scrunched up flesh that made up the areola. They tingled with excitement as my palm brushed across them lathering them in the lotion. I lay back down enjoying the sun beating against me. It felt so natural. I felt sexy, like a goddess.
I then noticed my neighbor standing there in the room staring at me. I tensed up almost grabbing my towel. My instinct was to quickly cover up myself, but I resisted and resisted. I stayed my ground and remained lying down on display. I knew that I was being looked at and after the nerves went away, I allowed myself to enjoy the feeling. I let myself be a sexual object for the first time. I felt a throbbing deep inside me. I felt that tightness grow as all my nerve endings around my vagina tensed up, the feeling akin to sexual gravity, emitting a strong magnetic pull to be touched, to be pleasured.
