I love having a pool. It's great for entertaining when people come over, and even better for warm evenings when there's just the two of us. I love going skinny-dipping at night, with or without my husband, Dave. There's one think I've always refused to do, however, and that's to go naked in front of guests.
"In your dreams!" has always been my response. Not that I'm ashamed of anything, mind you. At 35 years old, my 34C breasts are still very round and perky. My tummy is also nice and flat thanks to all the running I do. And my ass, if I do say so, looks pretty hot in the small red bikini I have.
So when I stood there, alone in my room, wearing only the bottom piece of my red bikini, you might be surprised to learn my next move was to walk out of the room, completely topless to join the pool party!
But it WAS his birthday, after all.
Dave's Birthday Present.
By K. Gardner.
"You can do this," I told myself, my hand on the bedroom doorknob. I looked back at the red bikini top I'd left on the bed. What the hell was I thinking?
I thought back to last summer, to the time I ALMOST exposed myself in the backyard. I was laying there reading a book and enjoying the warm sun. I had stripped off my bikini and put it beside my lounge-chair. Dave, who was swimming, got out and went into the house. I got a sense he was up to something, so on a hunch I picked up my towel and covered my naked body and went back to reading. A moment later I heard two sets of footsteps sneaking up behind me. I smiled.
"Hi Karen," a voice said. It was Dave's best friend, Sid.
"Hello, Sid," I said cheerfully. "You're lucky. If you had gotten here a moment earlier you would have caught me naked!"
The two men smiled and I gave my husband a wink. Nice try.
I remember when I was done my book, I worked up the nerve to stand up and walk into the house holding the towel in front of me. I effectively halted their conversation and gave them a clear but brief view of my bare ass as I walked away. I was SO turned on!
Since then, I've had many fantasies about strutting around naked in front of his friends - showing off my big tits and little round ass. It's been a good source of masturbation material for a long time, but I'd never actually considered doing it until today. Today I was standing in my bedroom while all Dave's male friends were partying in the backyard. Nobody was expecting me to walk down the hall and out the patio door with my bare tits hanging out.
My hands were literally shaking. I felt like I was going to be sick. I could hear voices and laughing through the door. I knew once I walked out that door, there was no turning back. There was no way to say "oops, I just forgot my top." I looked down at my boobs. As if I wasn't about to draw enough attention, my light brown nipples were completely hard. I thought about walking out with my arms folded in front of me - at least at first. "No," I thought. "Fuck it." And with that I pulled the bedroom door open and walked out.
As I walked down the hall the bathroom door opened and Dave's friend Dennis walked out.
"Hi Kar..." he began to say. His words caught in his throat.
"Hi Dennis," I replied.
"I, uh, I was just..." he sputtered.
"Using the bathroom?" I offered.
"Yes," he said. "You know, you, um..." Dennis said as he gently pointed to my bare chest.
"Yes," I said, "I know. It's my birthday present for Dave."
Dennis stood there frozen for a minute. Suddenly we both burst into laughter.
"That's fantastic!" he said.
"Think he'll like it?" I asked, "'Cause I can't take it back."
"He'll fucking love it!" Dennis said. He couldn't take his eyes off my chest.
I carried on down the hall, my confidence a little higher now, until I reached the patio door. I paused before I opened it. "This is it," I said to myself. I took a deep breath and slid the door open. A hush fell over everyone as I stepped into the sunlight.
"Whoa," I heard someone say. Someone else whistled and then, at once, twelve men cheered and applauded. My face turned beet red! I quickly walked up to Dave who was standing at the grill and stood close to him. His jaw was hanging open, and his eyes were nearly popping out of his head. I couldn't believe what I just did.
"Holy shit," he said.
"Do you like it? I did this for you," I told him. Dave got the biggest smile I've ever seen.
"Y-ya," he replied, "I like it." He gave me a big kiss. He was still a little stunned. "Um, are you going to stay like that?" he asked.
"Do you want me to?" I asked. Dave kept staring at my tits. He probably couldn't believe what he was seeing. Here I was, his conservative little wife, who swore she would never go topless in front of anyone but him, standing beside him completely topless in front of a dozen men. For a moment I was worried. Maybe after all his big talk, he really didn't want all his friends seeing his wife's bare tits.
But after only a moment, Dave nodded his head in agreement. "Ok, then," I said. "I'll stay like this."
For the next few minutes, I stayed close by Dave's side. We both stood there in silence, grinning like a couple of kids.
"I can't believe you're doing this," he whispered.
"Me either," I whispered back.
"How do you feel?" he asked.
"Nervous. My hands are still shaking," I answered. I really was still very nervous, although with each passing minute I grew a little more relaxed.
"Why don't you hand out some beers?" Dave asked. I knew he just wanted to show me off. I thought about it and figured if I forced myself to walk around I'd be less nervous. I took a deep breath and walked over to the cooler. Two of Dave's friends were standing there, grinning from ear to ear.
"Oh, hi, Karen," said Phil mockingly, "Nice day out isn't it?"
I tried hard to resist the urge to wrap my arms around my exposed tits. Instead I reached into the cooler and pulled out a few cans of beer. I stood up again and looked Phil right in the eye. "Yes it is!" I said.