We have broke up back in 2015, but somehow I still keep good memories of her. In special, because I have a thing about exhibit her and because she, somehow and although very self conscious of her body, always allowed me to do that.
Her name is Jessica, she is 1,80m high (almost my height) and not thin, not chubby, just the right amount of flesh to grab and fondle, her mother used to call it "baby fat", natural brunette with a little longer than shoulder length hair and a good handful of tits (no idea the size)!
These are some my memories of showing her off, always on the Summer (the hot weather helps for it, I guess) - well, in some of the parts I may have gone from real history to wishful thinking, let you decide what is true and what is my imagination... Short stories, no chronological order.
Part 1 - Barcelona trip
In 2009 we went to Barcelona as I got tickets for the opening gig of U2 from the 360 tour at Nou Camp.
We spent a few days in town checking lots of places - las ramblas, Gaudi"s architecture, La Boquera market and so on.
In the morning of the show, we decided to go to the beach - I have done some research and knew that topless and even full naked were normal around some beaches, so I was hoping that Jessica end up showing some extra skin!
While we were riding the metro to Ciutadella Vila OlΓmpica subway station, she started to complain about the bikini, "it's feeling too tight, around the rib cage, hurting", Jessica said.
"You can always choose not use the top, baby", I've told her immediately, seeing the chance of having her in topless at the beach.
"I might well do that", Jessica replied, leaving me day dreaming with that idea.
After we arrived, we bought some water and walk around the Passeig Maritim (the street along the beach) where she kept fumbling with the bikini top, until finally we have decided to go to Platja del Somorrostro (beach), where some beach umbrellas were available - after all, it was only 10:30 am but already a hot morning near 30 degrees in the end June, summer was coming strong.
We chose an umbrella in a row of 3, about 15 meters from water, that were all empty and spread our towels, still under the sun, and started disrobing. Easy and fast for me: t-shirt off up my head, jeans shorts down leaving me in my bathers, socks out and done, no more than 10 seconds.
For Jessica it was taking a little longer although she didn't have more clothes than me. By the time I was applying my sunscreen, she only had removed the leggings, still fumbling with the bikini under the t-shirt.
I looked to her quizzingly and asked "all ok, love?" but no reply from her.
She was probably debating what to do next.
And then she removed the shirt off and kept fighting with the bikini top. Push here, stretch there, lift here, cover more there - and I kept covering myself with sunscreen and checking her from the corner of my eye, but said nothing.