I married my husband right after graduating from college. I knew we would be married while he was away on his mission. Our parents and church leaders decided that he and I would make a good match. I of course had the final say but it was understood that objecting would be frowned upon. So when he returned I accepted his proposal.
Luckily for me, John is a good looking man. To my surprise he is not the saint he led everyone to believe. On our wedding night I expected timid lovemaking with the lights off while still wearing our garments. But instead, I was pressed up against our 24th floor hotel widow, completely naked as he took my virginity from behind.
The next day John had another surprise for me. We planned to spend the day at the beach and I had on my sporty bikini top which tightly held my lovely 34C breasts and matching bottom completely covering my sweet round ass. I'm wearing a white cover-up over my bikini and ready to head down to the beach when John said, "Take off your bikini top and just wear your cover-up."
He could see my hesitation. I am too conservative to leave our room with my breasts freely swaying underneath a loose cotton shirt. Not to mention the obvious side-boob view.
"You're kidding right?" I asked.
"No one knows us here and we will never have this chance again to be so daring. Just do it for me!"
I reached back and unhooked my bikini top and pulled it off from underneath my shirt. My breasts are firm but there was no denying I was topless underneath the cotton cover-up.
The looks I was getting in the hotel lobby felt as if I was wearing something completely see-through. Even the hotel employees were falling all over themselves offering us assistance down to the beach.
