Harry and Claire were out for a walk. It was a sunny afternoon, and they wandered down onto a path that ran along the rocky cliff overlooking the beach. There were benches scattered along the path, people were out strolling, resting on the benches, admiring the view and taking the sun. Harry and Claire walked hand-in-hand, feeling the passion of their love flowing through their fingers into each other. He wore shorts, a short sleeve shirt and sandals, she wore a long flowing Hawiian-print dress that buttoned all the way down the front. After they had made love in their hotel bed this morning, Harry noticed that the dress was the only thing she had put on. She loved the feeling of knowing how close she was to being naked. From time to time, as they walked, he put his arm around her waist, resting his hand on her hip, sliding it down to squeeze her ass, luxuriating in the feel of her flesh so near to his hand. He was half hard all day.
They stopped at a railing to look out over the water, watching the people below playing in the waves. A gentle breeze blew, swirling Claire's dress up around her legs, teasing her and tickling her ass. It felt at once romantic and sexy. She wanted to lift her skirt and expose herself fully to the sun and the breeze; were it not for the all the people walking by she probably would have.
"You know," said Harry after a minute or two, "I've always fantasized about you being naked in public. Showing yourself to anyone who wanted to look." Claire turned to him, surprised.
"Really," she said. "You've never mentioned that before."
Claire had posed for Harry's camera, but only in private, in their apartment or in the woods, away from anyone. They were caught once, skinny dipping at an abandoned quarry. She was posing, goofing at being a centerfold model splayed out on the rocks. Harry had been acting the part of the naked fashion photographer, circling her with his camera, asking her for more as she spread her legs and arched her back. They were both laughing, distracted, when a young couple emerged from the forest and surprised them. It wasn't clear who was more startled and embarrassed.
"I've always wanted to photograph you nude in public places," Harry said. "I've always thought that would be incredibly sexy."
"You mean," she swallowed, "like... here?"
"Well, yeah. What do you think?"
Claire turned to look at him, their thoughts and feelings passing between them without a word. She turned and walked away from him, down the path. He could not see what she was doing, and watched anxiously, fumbling with his camera. She walked about 20 yards or so down the path, and turned. Harry caught his breath. He could hardly believe what he was seeing. Claire had undone the buttons of her dress to just below her waist and walked slowly back towards him with the top wide open, her breasts exposed. She was beautiful.
She'd always been a willing partner in their sexual games, as adventurous and creative as he was. They never passed up an opportunity for what they called, "nude viewing time," appreciating each other's naked bodies. They showed each other everything. But they'd never done anything really wild, and certainly never anything in public. So he was stunned to see her now, radiant in her sexuality, exuding confidence and openness, inviting everyone to look and admire her body. Her breasts, freed and unrestrained, glowed pale in contrast to the tanned skin around them. Even from this distance, he could tell her large nipples were stiff and hard. Harry raised his camera and waited until a young couple who were walking towards her noticed that she was baring herself to them. They stared, caught off guard. He watched through the viewfinder as Claire stopped, posing for them, touching herself, letting the breeze hold the top of her dress open. She exchanged a few words with them, one hand casually inching down under the button at her waist. Then, with a laugh, she continued walking, running her fingers through her hair, trailing them to skim over her breasts.
Clair was usually open to sexual adventure, joining him in trying new things in the bedroom. But he'd never imagined she'd do anything like this, exposing herself so brazenly in public. He was most seriously hard by now, and getting uncomfortable. He would have joined her in her nakedness, but he knew that a man exposing his erect penis would not be tolerated the same as a woman exposing her breasts. A few more people passed, all of them obviously noticing Claire and turning to watch her as she passed. She reached Harry and leaned on him, pushing her breasts into his chest and kissing him deeply. She was flushed and her breath was a little ragged.
"Like that, lover?" She whispered.
