I want to share an experience I had a few years ago with my husband, Dave, on a long-week-end trip to Kansas City. We were staying at a motel in the northwest area of downtown. It isn't overly posh, but it's a convenient location, clean and well-maintained, not too expensive, and has a great outdoor pool. We decided to spend Saturday afternoon by the pool catching some rays and generally relaxing. Usually there aren't too many people around and hardly ever many children so it's a peaceful and quiet spot to swim, sun and have a few drinks. Because of this mix of people, I feel comfortable wearing one of my more revealing two-piece swimsuits. Not that it's all that daring; it's not a thong, but it does have two smaller triangles for a top and probably shows more of me than I'm usually comfortable with when out in public. I wore a long t-shirt that covered my bottom as my cover-up.
We went out to the pool right after lunch and there were just four or five couples sunning and enjoying the relative solitude. So, we had fun splashing around a little and then planting ourselves on two lounge chairs that we knew would have great sun all day; and a nice view out over the old Municipal Airport and the Missouri River.
After an hour or so a whole bunch of young guys came out to the pool and started having a good time swimming and sunning too. We could easily hear their conversations and quickly figured out these were new enlistees for the U.S. Army and were billeted at the motel overnight before shipping out for basic training at Fort Campbell, Kentucky on Sunday morning. Since they were all men, I assumed any female enlistees were staying elsewhere to avoid any hanky-panky. At least one of the guys had to be 21 years old, since they had a couple of cases of beer in two Styrofoam coolers and were wasting no time putting it down. The other couples were clearly not pleased with the boisterous group of beer drinkers. After 15-20 minutes, one-by-one the older couples packed up their things and went inside.
Being their age once, this didn't bother us much, and we did have some great sensitivity to and respect for their ensuing military service. We certainly weren't going to begrudge them a fun last day as civilians for the next few years.
Now I was the only woman present with an audience of probably 20 young, and most likely horny guys. They were leaving home and girlfriends behind and looking forward to spartan barracks living and dealing with gruff drill sergeants 24/7. I'm sure they'd have liked nothing more than having a bevy of college-aged, bikini-clad girls swimming, sunning, and flirting with them. But it was likely only me, in my scant top that they were going to get to see this afternoon.
The more they drank, the more their eyes were riveted on my every move, especially when I'd change position or get in or out of the pool. Geez, I was no doubt old enough to be their mother, but being the only woman present, I became the object of their incessant attention. But I must grudgingly admit there's always something flattering and maybe more than a little bit arousing about gaining the attention of 20 young handsome men. While their watching me certainly could qualify as "ogling," they weren't in any way being disrespectful, rude, or unbecoming. That fact made their attention much more welcomed and savored.
When I unhooked my top to sun my back, they were busy subtly elbowing each other to be sure no one would miss an opportunity in case I forgot it was undone and sat up. I half- expected one of them to sneak-up any minute and water-balloon me in "Where's Waldo?" style.
The "old enough to be their mother" side of me was as pretty self-conscious at first and I made sure I straightened out the bottom of my suit before I got out of the pool, and I was very careful not to let my "unhooked" top get away from me. But I was getting kind of tired of having to be so careful, so I asked Dave half-jokingly, "do you think they'd quit their 'leering' if I just showed them my tits and got it over with?"
Dave tried to play it cool and replied that "It might, or it could just encourage them to want more than you're willing to provide." I could tell Dave respected my right to maintain control of this situation, but he certainly understood and empathized with these guys' interest in me. I'd wager he would be more than a little aroused by my giving them a little show too.
The playful side of me thought more and more about these poor young guys, and what they'd be doing for the next four years in service to us all. It gave me a much more sympathetic view of their situation including their not-so-subtle interest in my partially exposed body. After all my reluctance, I had to admit this wasn't totally a one-sided transaction. I was certainly enjoying their attention, and my body parts that they were admiring were responding in-kind. So, I figured I might as well surrender to my passion and patriotism and have some fun here. Besides, there are no other "civilians" around I'll never see these guys again.
First, I left my top unhooked and untied the halter around my neck too. So, when I raised up on my elbows to talk to Dave and take a sip of my drink, my less than pendulous (36A) breasts came out of my top almost entirely. This got a lot of eyes looking in my direction, so I stayed like that for a maybe five or ten minutes while I nursed my drink. I could feel my nipples respond even more to the breeze now on them, as well as the rapt attention of 20 handsome young men.
A hotel staffer came out to check the pool chemistry and gave me a questioning look, so I hooked my top back up, tied the halter around my neck and sat up in my chair. I could see the disappointment in the guys' faces, so when the pool man left, I again untied the neck halter again and just let gravity pull the soft triangles down to just barely cover my nipples. Dave smiled while rolling his eyes with a "you've got to be kidding," look on his face.
