Dave had been surprised when Kristen proposed spending a vacation week in late July in Rockport, Massachusetts; he'd only heard of the Rockport in Maine, and all their previous vacations together had been to bigger cities or better-known tourist destinations like Orlando, Las Vegas, or Hawaii. After he did a little research on the town he thought the smaller scale and generally quiet nature of the seaside town on Cape Ann, north of Boston, sounded like a relaxing place to spend a few days, and being a place where Kristen would spend a lot of her time in a bathing suit helped convince him.
Kristen took care of arranging their flight to Boston, transportation from Boston to Rockport and booking a room. She found a small hotel just across the street from the main beach in town, nothing too fancy but cozy and up to date, with less than twenty rooms. Since pretty much all the restaurants and shops were within walking distance of the hotel she decided to skip renting a car and dealing with the hassle of heavy traffic in an unfamiliar area, planning instead on taking a commuter rail line which went directly from Boston to within a few blocks from their hotel.
The travel went smoothly, getting them to the Front Beach Inn by 3 PM; they changed into their swimsuits and walked across the street for a swim and some relaxing in the late afternoon sun. After a couple of hours at the beach, they strolled into the center of town to find somewhere to have dinner and window shop at the many boutiques and art galleries.
After a fine seafood dinner at the Ocean Vista restaurant, Kristen and Dave headed back to the hotel, noting how quiet the town was getting even though it was barely past 9 PM. Kristen stopped at several spots to take photos of some of the stores and some ocean views visible through narrow alleys between buildings. They had a glass of wine on their room's small patio overlooking the hotel's courtyard and the ocean, amazed at how little traffic there was; by 10:30 there were practically no cars passing by and hardly any pedestrians either. The dominant sound was waves gently breaking on the beach across the street.
The next morning Dave slept in, giving Kristen a chance to browse at the shops along the main drag as well as on a narrow strip of land named Bearskin Neck which extended to enclose one side of a harbor. Despite the ramshackle appearance of many of the buildings on the Neck, Kristen was impressed with the variety of goods on offer and made a few purchases.
After their afternoon beach time, Kristen suggested they try a restaurant she'd seen at Bearskin Neck, almost all the way to the end. The menu looked appealing and the view from its dining room promised to be spectacular at sunset. She and Dave timed their walk to arrive just as the sun was setting. By the time they'd finished their dinner, the sky had gone almost totally dark; after leaving the restaurant they spent a while at a small park at the end of the Neck watching the last bit of orange light in the sky fade to black. It was a perfect setting for a little make-out session and they didn't waste the opportunity.
After a few minutes of increasingly heated kissing and caressing Kristen stood up, saying: "Hold that thought for a little bit, I need to talk to you about your birthday present. You didn't think I'd forgotten that tomorrow is your big day, did you?"
"No, in the three years we've been married you've never missed my birthday and I didn't expect you would this year. I've told you a few times in the last month that you didn't need to get me anything; this trip with you is more than enough for me."
Kristen laughed, telling Dave: "You are hard to buy for; whenever you need something you just go out and buy it, making shopping for you practically impossible. I thought this year I'd focus on an experience rather than buying some gadget you don't need."
He replied, "Like I said, the trip is enough..." before Kristen cut him off.
"I was thinking of a different sort of experience, one you haven't had yet. You seem to have been pretty excited those times I, you know, showed off my body, right?
Dave started to feel aroused just hearing his lovely wife remind him about her handful of adventures exposing herself; he reminded her, "But I did get to see what you did those times, and yes, I can't explain why it gets to me but the sight of you wearing little to nothing somewhere it isn't normal is as sexy as anything I can imagine."
"I feel the same way, I start out completely embarrassed and nervous, sure I won't be able to show anything at all . Somehow it seems the less I'm wearing the more excited and eager to go on I get. That first time you dared me to get naked on our building's roof I thought I'd die of fright but ended up totally into it."
"I remember it well," Dave said, "you were amazing!"
"My point is that you've only had the experience of seeing me do those things from pretty far away; you were a couple hundred feet away from the most intense part of my time on the roof, and in the case of my hotel flashing you were at the other end of a Facetime call; my idea tonight is to do something similar, but this time with you right with me. How does that sound?" Kristen asked as she unbuttoned the top two buttons on her blouse!
"Are you saying you'll get undressed out here, in public?" Dave asked, "This is crazy, but I love it. I love you."
"We'll see, I'm not sure how far I can go tonight, the idea of being exposed out on the street in public is terrifying, but also pretty damn hot! I won't guarantee any real nudity, but I have a couple things in mind that I'm pretty sure I can handle. We can walk back to the hotel and see how it goes."
"Maybe after tonight they'll change the name from B-E-A-R-skin Neck to B-A-R-E-skin Neck!" Dave said as they began their walk; Kristen just giggled. She began to think having Dave along would make her feel more secure, more able to be daring.
After they had walked almost halfway down the neck, Kristen undid another button, this one a couple of inches lower than her bra; Dave saw her bra clearly and also saw Kristen shaking a little. "You okay?" he asked.
"Yes, so far, but there's still a lot of people around the ice cream shops, I'm feeling a little obvious with this many buttons undone and I haven't even taken anything off yet!"
"Take your time, I don't want you to feel pressured." he replied.
"Thanks, but if I don't go outside my comfort zone you won't have much of an experience; I want this to be a birthday you never forget." she replied as she played with the next button.
Just before they reached the main street at the end of the neck Kristen stopped, asking Dave, "Can you hold my tote bag while I have a look in this jewelry shop's window?
"Sure, take your time." he replied, thinking she was actually interested in the jewelry. Eventually, he saw she was using the window as a mirror to make sure nobody was near them, and seeing no people nearby had unhooked her bra and was now working its straps one by one down over her hands! She slipped the bra out through her mostly unbuttoned top, folded it neatly and refastened the lowest couple of buttons.
"Wow, that was smooth!" said Dave, "Do you want to put that away in the bag?
"Nope, I won't be needing it anymore." Kristen said, smiling wickedly as she dropped it into a trash can. "Everything I'm wearing tonight other than my shoes came from a thrift store; the whole outfit cost less than $15.00."
"So it's ALL disposable? Dave asked eagerly.
"Yes, in theory, but no promises." Kristen replied as they passed a small but busy bistro with some small tables on the sidewalk; it seemed to be the only place open all along the main street.
Once they had almost reached the end of the block the bistro was in, Dave was beginning to think the show might be over; he couldn't complain, the setting was pretty wide open to do anything more daring.
Stopping at a gap between two shops, Kristen said; "I love the way this alley is like a frame for a view of that mansion just beyond the beach, take a look."
Dave followed her a couple of steps into the alley to see what she was pointing out, agreeing with her. "I'll have to have a look at it again in the daylight to do the view justice," he said.
Kristen had gone a few more steps into the alley than Dave and was leaning over a railing with only a darkened beach and ocean beyond. She was also right below a light fixture over the side door to one of the shops, giving him and anyone who might be having a walk on the beach a good look at his beautiful wife as she slowly unzipped her skirt and let it slide to her feet. He realized this view in daylight couldn't be any better than the one he was currently enjoying as Kristen bent over at the waist to pick the discarded skirt, making the tails of her blouse ride up to reveal her thong-clad butt; She paused for a moment to look back to see how he was enjoying her show.
Kristen walked back to the sidewalk saying, "Be right back, I just need to throw something out." as she backtracked most of a block before finding a trash receptacle on the sidewalk in front of the bistro! She tossed her skirt into the trash and sauntered back to rejoin Dave's.
Dave thought she seemed more confident with each new reduction in her outfit, but as she drew near to him he saw she was shivering despite it being a warm night. Without the skirt covering the bottom of Kristen's blouse, he also could see that somewhere along the way she had unfastened all but its bottom two buttons. The wind coming off the ocean was whipping her blouse's tails up and most of her breasts were briefly exposed as the mostly opened front flapped in the breeze.
"Shall we continue?" Kristen asked.
"As long as you want to, I'm good!" Dave said.
"I'd like to have a look at the scarves in the shop at the end of the next block," said Kristen, "I might want to buy one or two tomorrow."
