This is an erotic experience that I had some years ago while vacationing with my wife Denise on the island of St. Martin. It would surely qualify as the most erotic experience of my life which did NOT actually include a sexual act.
We stayed at the Esmeralda, a very nice bungalow complex located on Orient Beach about a half mile down the beach from Club Orient, the noted nude resort. Back then the entire Orient Beach was substantially more nude-friendly than it is these days. The section of Orient Beach at Esmeralda was called Coco beach, which saw occasional nudity and topless was prevalent. And yes, Denise and I enjoyed using the beach there nude.
One day we took a drive in our rental car to visit Cupecoy nude beach on the opposite side of the island. Later in the afternoon while driving back, Denise thought it would be a good idea to do some shopping. The place she had in mind was this ramshackle group of folding tables, tents and sheds at Orient Beach that peddled various T-shirts, souvenirs, etc. This glorified flea market was located near Club Orient, just beyond the famous Pedro's ribs & chicken joint, and basically in a parking lot just beyond the beach.
While browsing the various vendors, we found ourselves at a shop that sold beach attire. This shop was a walk-thru, one side open toward the other shops and the other end was open onto the beach. It was about the size of a two-car garage. I believe it had a real roof, but the walls were canvas. The normal bathing suits, sunglasses and hats were on display. But since this is Orient Beach, French St. Martin, more prominently displayed were G-strings, thongs, sheer cover-ups, etc.
What immediately caught my attention was the shopkeeper. She was a 40ish French woman, pretty, slim, nicely built and nearly naked. She was wearing one of the items that were for sale. It was a tiny loincloth, which was simply a thin leather strip around the waist with a small piece of suede hanging in front which was fringed at the bottom. She wore no top at all and of course, had a deep bronze all-over tan.
She looked great in that little fringed loincloth which showed anyone who cared to glance down that she was either totally shaved or had the tiniest of landing strips. And her perky "A+" breasts were standing right up there. She was a sight to behold.
This little shop was fairly busy while we were there. There seemed to be at least half-dozen women in that shop at any given time. I guess it shouldn't have been a surprise that there was no changing room whatsoever, since the shop opened out onto a clothing optional beach. At the time, I was the only man in the shop, and I told Denise that I felt a little out of place. But Denise pointed out that they also sold men's swimwear. But I was still uncomfortable being in there.
Uncomfortable was an understatement; realizing that I was witnessing a woman and two teenage girls stripping off whatever they happened to be wearing and trying on all these teensy bikinis right before me. Then I noticed other women doing the same. I found it extremely erotic watching these women peeling off their swimsuits and trying on others knowing but not caring that I was standing just feet away. During the time we were there, a few women walked in off the beach topless, as well as one totally nude. How odd, yet exciting it was to see those women putting things on over their naked bodies.
Denise found a skimpy thong and bikini top she wanted to try on. Standing near the front of the shop facing the parking lot, she just whipped off her shorts, pulled her T-shirt over her head and handed them to me. Denise was standing there totally naked, trying on the tiny bikini, right where any passerby could, and in fact did see her changing. Strangely enough, I found that watching my wife, naked and changing right then and there, was just as erotic as watching the other women changing.
I said strange, because you would think that seeing my naked wife would not be a big deal since we had just spent all afternoon at a nude beach with my naked wife beside me. But this was very, very different. This was a place where you never expect to see women getting naked.
Denise asked how the thong and top and looked on her. I told her that she looked fabulous. But she wanted to try a G-string and different top. As Denise was striking a pose for me to evaluate that set, the shopkeeper came to her aid and led Denise over the only full length mirror in the shop so she could see for herself how it looked.
After changing into a few more items, she decided on just a thong and a wraparound thing she liked. Then Denise tried to convince me to try on a man's thong. I was a little skeptical, first thinking that I'd never wear it. And secondly, with all the "activity" in the shop I was definitely a bit aroused, and was definitely a getting a little "chubby". And without a changing room, well, it was simply not a good idea.
But with Denise insisting, I found a spot behind a clothing rack, and I slipped off my baggy shorts, and quickly pulled on a thong that Denise had chosen. The shopkeeper immediately came over to us, and said how great I looked in it. She took me by the hand and led me right over to the open area in the store by the mirror so I could see for myself. I was sweating bullets, knowing that I was getting harder by the second.
Then the shopkeeper suggested I try on a different style and color thong. Denise chimed in also, insisting that I try one that she just found. The shopkeeper took the thong in hand, held it up before me saying it was a very popular item and was sure it would look great on me. Unlike the other thong, the material on this one looked very thin and light. But as always, I tried to make my Denise happy and nodded in agreement.
