A number of years ago we bought a small condo on a lake a couple of hours from home. Our next-door neighbors were a couple probably 15-20 years younger than us, but over time we got to know them a little more over a beer or two on one of our patios. They're very social and lots of fun, and we have enough "lake things" in common to talk about that they have become our friends too. As we got to know them better, we've helped each other out on household repair projects, and they've invited us to go out on their boat a number of times.
Several of our other friends in our condo group have repeatedly warned us that Susan and Brian liked to sunbathe in the nude when they're boating, and that included with other couples they've had visiting them from back home. We're not sure about how true these rumors are since those reporting them to us claim to never have been on their boat themselves. But having seen Susan outside in just her scant bikini any number of times, I'm ready to believe much of what we've heard.
Since we hadn't bought a boat when we first acquired the condo, the invitation to join them and see the lake from the water was very tempting, especially to my husband Dave. But I've always been pretty cautious and conservative when it comes to group nudity or suggestive games, so I've heeded the warnings and always come up with some excuse or other as to why we couldn't go.
I know Dave has always thought Susan was very sexy and attractive and he can't seem to be able to keep his eyes off her when she's outside in those skimpy swimsuits. I don't think she owns a cover-up. Now to be grudgingly fair, Brian and I often tease each other about sexually related topics to the point of verging on mild flirting. It also doesn't hurt to have a good-looking guy at least 15 years younger find you attractive and worthy of suggestive banter and occasional admiring lusty gazes.
When I've teased Dave about his infatuation with Susan, he teases me right back that Brian feels the same about me. So, while boating with them was high on Dave's list of potential wet dreams come true, I was mostly afraid it would force me to confront some conflicting feelings I was having about my own sexuality and pushing my boundaries on what I'd call "sexual playfulness."
Brian had helped us with a ceiling repair in our condo a few weeks ago, and when I was on a ladder with a short, loose T-shirt, I'm pretty sure he got more than a few extended peeks at my bare tits. Dave is still convinced it wasn't accidental on my part since my choice of that shirt and the absence of a bra certainly facilitated my exposure.
Dave also made it clear that he was aroused by the view himself and even more by Brian's seeing my breasts. This episode was a major source of my increasingly conflicted feelings and shifting boundaries.
So, this weekend, when we arrived at the lake at the same time our neighbors did, they invited us over for drinks kind of on the spur of the moment. They had come without their children this time, and we talked about our plans for the weekend. They told us they brought their big inboard-powered boat with them again and would love to have us join them the next afternoon, so they could show it off. It really is a high-performance boat, and Dave wanted to see how it performed on the lake, so we agreed to go out with them even though I wasn't particularly hot for the idea. I really do like to protect our time together there, and again sometimes I wrestle with how Dave looks at Susan a little too much. And I do know I'm dancing around a colossal double standard after Brian saw me on the ladder.
The next day I noticed that they were getting the boat ready and particularly that Susan was wearing only a scant little two-piece swimsuit, no shorts or cover-up. Dave soon noticed them, and he seemed a lot more impressed with her bikini than I was. More impressed with her than with their boat too. Nevertheless, we packed up our towels, cooler and lotion and loaded them into their boat.
We were soon racing across the lake at speeds unknown to the pontoon boats that are most common at this lake. In no time we were anchored in a fairly private little cove on the north end of the lake. There are no homes around this cove, and there's a long "no wake" approach that tends to keep most boats away. We had a beer and got relaxed and soon the neighbors and Dave were in sunning in their swimsuits while I still had my tee-shirt and shorts on over mine. And "yes," I was making a statement.
Soon, the sun was getting hot, so Dave decided he needed to put on some suntan lotion. As he "lotioned-up," our friends realized they hadn't brought any and the Susan asked if she could borrow some of ours. After Dave handed the bottle to her, she proceeded to untie the straps around her neck to apply the lotion to her shoulders and much of her chest. Immediately the small soft triangle cups of her top were falling victims to gravity. She didn't seem the least bit concerned that she had now exposed most of her "no-tan-lines" breasts in the process. I couldn't believe it; she was virtually topless for Dave to see and quite unabashed about it. There was clearly nothing "accidental" about it.
I couldn't help but see Dave staring at her, he was that obvious. I expected her to quickly cover up her vital parts or even tease him a little for looking. But instead, she just said quite immodestly, "Hey, I usually sunbathe topless out here, would that bother either of you?"
I knew it sure wouldn't bother Dave, in fact it would no doubt make his day. Again, while I'm generally anything but jealous, my husband was looking at her boobs a little too closely and overtly. I thought about saying something to let our friends know I wasn't real big on the idea, but it was their boat, and no one was making me do anything I didn't want to do. I sure didn't want to be in a position of looking like I was imposing my prudish values on our friends. Somehow, I'd convinced myself that Brian's "accidental" peek at my tits had made me a victim, while Susan's overt exposure to Dave made her more the proverbial "brazen hussy." The hypocrisy in my logic was not totally lost on me.
So, I just said, "No problem with me," with just a little cool edge. And off came Susan's top, much to Dave's pleasure. He really did try not to stare, but it was hard for him not to look, especially when he thought I wouldn't catch him.
