Let me begin by describing myself. I am a 23 year old, 5' 5" blonde with blue eyes. I weigh 118 pounds and have a 34B chest. I am a runner and I have been told I have great legs. My boyfriend tells me all of the time I have a great body and that I should show it off more.
I was raised in the Midwest by a conservative family and I have never been very adventuresome. Even though I have a good body, I have never been one to show it off. When I was in college, my friends and I went down to Texas for spring break our senior year. While all of my girlfriends went crazy while we were on our trip, I remained very reserved. Many of my friends entered the customary "wet t-shirt" contests while we were there. While I admired them for having the guts to flaunt their stuff, I did not have the courage to participate with them. Even when we were on the beach, my girlfriends would untie their bikini tops and tan topless on the beach. While I did wear a bikini at the beach, I never had the nerves to even untie my top and at least sun my back without the string being tied. While my girlfriends never embarrassed me or taunted me about my prudish behavior, I could tell they were disappointed I was not participating in all of their flashing, flaunting and frolicking.
After college, I returned back to my small home town. I did not find the job market very good and I ended up taking a job as a waitress at one of our small town restaurants. One day, a very handsome guy came in to the restaurant and sat at one of my tables. Since we were not busy that day, I had plenty of time to be very attentive to him. I guess he liked our meeting that day because over the next two weeks, he stopped by the restaurant every day just to see me. Come to find out, Eric was working on a construction project in my local town. Eric was from the next town over, about 30 minutes away. We started dating regularly after his two week courtship of me in the restaurant.
I had a small apartment in my town and Eric had his own house in his town. Eric is a couple of years older than me. He is 6' tall and is very muscular from working in construction. After we started dating, we soon had things at each other's house. While the drive wasn't far between our houses, the major towns were about an hour in either direction from our respective houses. It was just easier if we kept clothes, grooming items, etc. at each other's house.
After we had been dating for a while, Eric began to ask me to dress more sexyily. He kept telling me I had a great body and I should let more people enjoy it. While I appreciated his compliments, I still had my Midwest values in the back of my mind. In an effort to sway me, Eric began to buy me sexy lingerie, short shorts and more revealing tops. When I would come over to his house, he would insist I change in to the clothes he had bought for me. I have to admit, I looked very good in the outfits he was buying for me. I was gaining confidence in my looks and I admit I was beginning to like the attention I would get from other men looking at me when we were out. Steadily, my outfits became a little smaller and he quit allowing me to wear a bra when we were together.
Eric started talking about taking me on a camping trip and he was not going to allow me to wear any clothes the whole time we were gone. He said we would go deep in to the woods and hike trails that we would not see anyone else. While I was shocked that he had suggested this, I didn't say no to him right away. For the next several weeks, Eric continued to talk to me about this camping trip. I told him I needed to think about it a little bit more. Eric stated he had an idea to get me "tuned" up for our camping trip.