Before long on the freeway Des noticed a small town turnoff that indicated a moderate sized community with a licensed restaurant beside a lake on a picturesque advertising billboard that we had seen just a short while ago at the side of the freeway. He felt it was time for lunch, as our morning spent flashing and making love had drained our energy and besides he needed a rest from driving. I don't normally have much for breakfast but because of our early departure from home, neither of us had eaten. Des was enthusiastic about the idea so we turned into the town centre. Just at the edge of town the advertised restaurant was located right in front of a very inviting stretch of lakeside with a small sandy beach with canoes for hire and even a few log cabins for accommodation. The number of cars parked out front surprised me but it was an indication of the popularity of the establishment so we decided to give the place a try. We parked up and locked the car. I suddenly had a bad case of nerves as I considered my attire might not comply with the dress code requirements. I checked to see that the ties on the side of my little toga were secure and my nipples had subsided since my modelling experience on the side of the freeway. My hunger helped to convince me that we should at least see what the reaction of the staff would be. I walked in small dainty steps so that the wind would not lift my dress and the split sides of the toga wouldn't reveal my lack of underwear too noticeably, although I had become a lot less concerned about that since my exhibitions on the highway and particularly my impromptu photography session with the nice old truck driver only twenty minutes earlier. I smiled as I remembered his astonished look as I had placed my leg on the bonnet of our car and allowed him to photograph my most intimate parts whilst standing before him completely naked. Just the thought stirred up a reaction in my tender nipples and I became aware of the light material of my dress straining to keep them in check. The wind kept blowing around my legs and around my hard little vaginal lips and at least twice on the way to the front entrance my skirt billowed up slightly and threatened to expose me in a way that I wasn't yet sure that I could handle in a crowd of mixed spectators. The thought was thrilling enough but the reality could be more than I could bear to think about. It was bad enough that as I walked through the reception area my nipples were showing very clearly and some of the older ladies present seemed to be staring at me disapprovingly and talking among themselves.
The young man who asked if we would like a table near the lake and led us through the entire length of the dining area, however seemed not to notice the unusually brief toga in particular as he ushered us to the table nearest to the wide open full length doors looking out over the lake. I was feeling far more comfortable now and nearly forgot that I wasn't wearing any panties when he stood behind my chair to seat me. The back flap of my toga rode up as I sat down but he didn't show any sign that anything was amiss and I gasped as my naked bottom connected to the warm vinyl of the chair. If he really did notice he was a perfect gentleman and reassured my confidence by not saying a word about it. The material of the front flap now moulded more securely in front of my lap and I would be able to pin it between my legs and stop the wind from billowing it up.
I relaxed and prepared to enjoy a leisurely luncheon and admire the view over the lake, secure in the knowledge that most of the people around us were dressed in very casual attire and would probably be finished their food before we did and leave the place not as crowded, prior to our departure. There had to be an upside to the humiliating long walk through a crowded restaurant in a state of virtual nudity.
The men that I had walked past had only gazed admiringly in my direction, which gave me a sexual charge almost similar to the rest area interlude. However the looks from their female partners was hard to experience. I knew what they would have been thinking and I felt a sense of shame and yet in another sense I was proud that I had a body that they would have envied. I would say that most of the older ladies would have never experienced showing themselves to their husbands in the most private settings, thus would never understand the thrill and exhilaration or the pride to be felt in walking hand in hand with a husband who encouraged me to look this way in public. I believe that most women have a hidden streak of latent exhibitionism deep within their persona, but sadly, few have the figure or the loving support to explore their potential in the way that I was. Without Des's open enthusiasm I could never have imagined, let alone experienced, the range of emotions or the sexual awareness that I was capable of. I felt blessed to have Des actively supporting and encouraging me, and just as importantly protecting me, should anybody try to force me into a situation that every woman dreads.
I love the attention and admiring glances of strange men, I always have, but I would hate to be taken by force and sexually attacked. I thought back to the rest area episode as I realised the potential for such a situation to turn really nasty without Des's support. After all, I could never have been so wanton or daring without my loving protector by my side. I would never have believed the arousal in my loins as I exhibited myself totally and so vulnerably to a complete stranger, only a few feet away. The thoughts of those actions still excited me as I realised that this would be only one of the many adventures that I would yet experience through the loving support of my wonderful husband. I gazed into his eyes, Just bursting with the love and respect that I felt toward him. At this moment, I believe that I would do anything he asked of me, without reservation and willingly. I contemplated what further adventures lay ahead of us that day, as the young waiter brought us our food and drink order.
