I look over at the faces in the crowd. I see mostly men, although there are a few couples and single women in the audience. There are a lot of military uniforms, and a lot of tourists. My legs are shaking, and my heart beats at twice its normal speed. I feel very nervous, and begin to have second thoughts. Yet I have never been so pleasantly excited in my entire life. I am peeking through an opening from behind the curtains, standing on a wood stage, about to bare my entire body to over 200 people in the audience of a large strip club in Honolulu, Hawaii.
It is 9:00 on a warm steamy tropical evening. The place: Heavenly Bodies, one of the biggest Strip Clubs in the Hawaiian Islands. It is amateur night, and they offer a cash prize of $500 dollars to the lady who gets the most applause for her performance. The stage is surrounded on three sides by chairs and tables, and the place is almost packed. They are playing some erotic dance music that I’ve never heard before. The stage has two poles on it, and nothing else. There are spotlights on the ceiling aimed at the stage to better highlight the strippers when they dance. I am about to go on the stage alone, and take off all my clothing in as sexy a manner as possible, with all eyes on me. I feel one last flutter of fear before I get the nerve to strut onto the stage, were all eyes are going to be staring right at me, dancing on the stage, trying to get the men erect and the women wet. My boyfriend John knows I get turned on showing off my body, but I have never done anything this bold before. I never dreamed I’d have the nerve to expose my nude body to so many people...
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The events leading up to this moment started on the first full day of our vacation to Hawaii. My boyfriend John and I were headed for the beach, and we stopped at a beachside swimwear store for new swimsuits and tanning lotion. We got a nice brown bottle of Hawaiian Tropics, naturally, the kind that smells like coconuts and pineapples. Then it was time to pick out new swimsuits. I thought it would be fun if John and I chose each other’s suits, so he looked through the ladies section, and picked out a really skimpy thong for me to try on. It was neon pink, and the bottom was just a tiny pink triangle in the front, which would barely cover my pussy. Fortunately I had shaved all of my pubic hair off; sometimes I like to keep my pussy completely bare. This looks really good when I have an all over nude tan. The back was just a piece of string, basically, and I knew my entire ass would be exposed. The top piece of the bikini looked about one size to small, and I knew that most of my tits would be exposed too.
I went into the dressing room to try on the suit. After stripping off my shorts and panties, I put on the bottom. I looked in the mirror, and grabbed my own ass. Nice, I thought. I had worked hard all fall to keep my body in shape for the trip, and was proud of the round sculpted look I had worked my ass into, along with the all over nude tan. I removed my tank top and bra, letting my 36C breasts spill out. I put on the top, and the tightness of the bikini accentuated the look of my breasts.
Knowing that there were many tourists walking around the store, I stepped out of the dressing room to model my bikini for John.
“How does this look on me, John?” I asked my boyfriend when I was fully out of the dressing room. Four or five Japanese tourists turned there heads and stared at me as I brazenly strutted my almost bare body around the store, dressed in just the skimpy bikini and my sandals, and nothing else.
“Wow! Good thing you shaved down there, honey.” He answered.
My boyfriend John is 5’9”, has short dark hair, a killer smile, and a muscular firm body from four days a week of lifting weights at home. Sometimes I watch him work out, dressed in only a pair of shorts, and I get all wet watching his chest and arms as he works out.
I strolled through the men’s swimwear section, and I picked out a skimpy pair of black Speedo’s for John to wear. His eyes popped out when he saw what I had picked out for him to try on.
“No way!” He said. “That will barely cover up my cock and balls, and half my ass will be exposed!”
“Well, look how much of my body is exposed right know, John.” I responded. “Its only fair that you wear something similar!” He reluctantly agreed to my logic, and went into the dressing room to try on the Speedo. He was to shy to come out of the room with just the suit on, so I went in to the dressing room and admired his body.
“Nice! All the ladies on the beach will be wetting their swimsuits looking at your body.” He put on his shorts over the Speedo’s, and we purchased our suits and tanning lotion. I was still dressed in my bikini, and hadn’t bothered to put my outer clothing back on, and John had his Speedo’s with his shorts on over them, but no shirt. We held hands, and started to walk to the beach.
Five minutes later, we arrived at the beach, and set up our big fluffy beach towels about ten feet from the ocean. The warm tropical salty air felt good after a cold Chicago fall. The sand was smooth and white, and the ocean was clear and blue. The sun was bright, and the rays felt great on my bare skin. There was a wood platform about 100 feet away from us, and there were rows of chairs lined up around in front of the platform, which seemed to be some kind of stage. I didn’t think about the stage until later in the afternoon.
I closed my eyes and lay down on my stomach on my towel. It felt heavenly to feel the rays of sun warm my back. I untied the string in the back of my bikini top to avoid tan lines. My eyes still closed, I felt John squirt some of the tanning lotion onto my back. It smelled very tropical. He rubbed the lotion into my back, and then squirted some on my legs. It felt so relaxing as he massaged the lotion into my flesh, working his hands up my legs, and finally onto my bare ass cheeks. He squeezed them, massaging the lotion into my soft flesh.
John still hadn’t removed his shorts. He said he was still felt shy about wearing such a skimpy bathing suit in public. I reminded him that I was wearing about four square inches of clothing and nothing else, so agreed to take his shorts off for awhile. I re-tied the back of my bikini top, and sat up so I could remove his shorts for him. I unsnapped the button, and slowly unzipped his shorts, feeling the outline of his large cock through the material of the swimsuit. I slowly pulled the shorts down his muscular legs and off him. His cock and balls were clearly outlined in the tight black material. I watched his cock grow a little as I massaged the suntan lotion into his thighs.
I then lay on my back and relaxed for awhile. My breasts were jutting straight out above my chest, and the sun felt really good as it warmed my body even more. I dozed off for awhile, enjoying the relaxing day at the beach. Though my eyes were closed, I could hear more and more voices around us, and I knew that the beach was getting more crowded. I wondered if people were looking at my body. I also wondered if people were looking at John’s body. I hoped so! It turned me on to think of all the ladies at the beach who might be staring at my bulge in my boyfriend’s Speedo’s. I knew that the bulge was only for me to enjoy later, but I liked the idea other people looking at my boyfriend, while getting all turned on themselves.
Behind our towel, I saw three women in their early twenties sneaking glances at John’s body. They had sunglasses on, but I could tell where they were looking, because they were only about five feet away from us. I smiled at them top signal that it didn’t bother me if they wanted to look.
About half an hour later, I opened my eyes and looked around us. To one side of our towels there was an older Japanese man, and I smiled at him I caught his eyes looking at my chest. He was shy about me catching him, and looked away after I caught his glance.
On the other side of our towels, there was a couple about our age lying on their towels. The woman had short blond hair, and she was wearing a tight black one-piece swimsuit. She was lying on her stomach, getting some sun. The guy was cute. His skin was dark, and he looked like he was a native Hawaiian. He was wearing surfer style long shorts, and no shirt. He had on a necklace made of seashells. He was sitting on a lawn chair, and staring right at my chest. Unlike the shy Japanese man, he did not avert his gaze when I caught him staring at me; he just smiled at me, exposing pearly white teeth. I smiled back at him holding his gaze for a moment, and then I lay down on my back again.
About an hour later, I heard more voices, and sat up to look around again. There were even more people nearby us, and I saw some teenage boys looking right at me. I smiled at them. I woke John up, and told him I was going for a swim, and asked if he would care to join me. He told me he was shy about actually walking around the beach in his Speedo’s, so I just took his hand and helped him get up. He was going with me, and he was going to enjoy it. We walked hand in hand to the ocean, and went for a swim. We waded in the water until we were waste deep, and I embraced him. My hips were touching his, and I put my arms around his back, and kissed his chest.
“All these people watching us is getting my pussy really wet.” I told him. There were people wading in the water nearby us. “I’m going to need to go back to our hotel room soon and fuck you.” I whispered in his ear. He was about to say something, but I just pressed my lips against his and started to make out with him. He kissed me back, exploring my mouth with his tongue. I pressed by tits up against his hard chest, and reached down under the water to give his balls a playful squeeze. After we French kissed for a couple of minutes, I looked back at the beach. The platform I had noticed before was indeed a stage, and they were setting up microphones on the stage and a banner above the stage. About ten guys were sitting on the chairs closest to the stage, and I read the banner. In big red letters, it read “Heavenly Bodies Amateur Bikini Contest: 3:00 P.M." John had on a waterproof watch, and I saw that it was already 2:00 P.M.
“I dare you to enter that contest.” John said. He probably thought I would hesitate displaying my body on a stage; a few guys looking at me as I lay on my towel was one thing, but I had never done anything like this before. I surprised him by telling him I was going to enter the contest.
“Just think, John, in less then an hour people I’m going to be on that stage right there, strutting my body around for hundreds of guys. God, I’m getting wetter just imagining it! You better get a seat, honey, because I want you in the front row for this!
We went back to our towels and dried off. John went to find a seat, and I searched for someone to give me information about entering the contest. I walked up to the stage, and there was a man in a flowery Hawaiian shirt holding a clipboard and a pen. I walked up to the man, and was shocked to notice it was the Hawaiian guy that was staring at me earlier in the day while I was lying on my towel! He smiled at me for the second time that day.
“I hope you’re here because you want to enter the contest. I was going to ask you earlier, but I felt uncomfortable asking with your boyfriend sitting right there.”
My heart beat faster, and I told him “Yes, I am here to enter the contest. John is all for it! He wants to see me parade my almost naked body on this stage.” I couldn’t believe I was telling this man such graphic details! “I’m going to shake my ass, and wiggle my breasts, and I intend to win this contest!” I boldly told him.
“What’s your name?” He asked.
“Heather Toreli.” I told him.
