Julianna was pretty sure she'd never been as conscious of her breasts as she was right now. She was overwhelmingly aware of the warmth of the sun on her breasts, the occasional coolness of the breeze blowing across her soft mounds, the rhythmic rise and fall of them as she breathed. But most of all, she was intensely aware of the fabric of her bikini top; how it pressed against her tits and gently cupped them.
I should stop being such a damn coward and just take my top off, she thought. Part of her wanted to do just that, but a part of her resisted. Taking her top off and exposing her breasts outdoors on a beach full of other vacationers, went against everything about the way she'd been raised to behave and against every expectation for how a married mother of two should behave. But it also strongly titillated her inner desires. And this conflict of emotions was, of course, why she was currently so overwhelmingly conscious of her breasts.
Her eyes, hidden behind her sunglasses, scanned up and down the warm golden sand of the beach. It was a beautiful, tropical day. A small number of people walked up and down the beach or played in the surf, but most of her fellow tourists were, like her, lying prone under a palapa on one of the many comfortable beach chairs arranged in rows up and down the sand. Occasionally, one of the hotels wait staff would pass through delivering drinks or collecting drink orders.
But for the most part everyone on the beach was lost in their own indulgent relaxation and not paying the slightest attention to Julianna, or her breasts. She knew that intellectually. She knew that most of her fellow vacationers wouldn't even notice, much less care, whether she took her top off or not. After all, she'd already seen several women lying topless or walking about the beach topless.
She also knew how much the idea of exposing herself out in the open excited her. She could feel her nipples hardening just thinking about it. Just thinking about the idea of exposing her voluptuous breasts to the sun, the open air, the eyes of the hotel staff and her fellow tourists.... It was driving her mad with excitement. The idea that someone might not just see her tits but might think lustful thoughts about them, might grow hard and turgid looking at them or thinking about them... that idea was almost too erotic for Julianna to bear.
Not that no one had ever lusted after her breasts. Her husband certainly displayed ample enthusiasm for them. If he was here she would have rushed him up to the hotel room to have him help her relieve her current arousal. But he wasn't here. He was back at home in the states with the children while she was here on a "girls weekend" with one of her best friends. The two of them had made a habit of taking a yearly getaway and this year they'd picked here: a nice all-inclusive beach resort in Mexico.
Julianna wasn't sure where her friend Sally had wandered off to; possibly the pool or back to the room to finish sleeping off the drinking and partying they'd done last night. It was just as well. Julianna was pretty sure Sally wouldn't approve of her going topless and her presence would almost guarantee that Julianna would chicken out. Julianna's husband on the other hand would almost certainly approve. He was well aware of Julianna's exhibitionist fantasies and even encouraged them. She was pretty sure he shared them in a sort of voyeur/exhibitionist-by-proxy sort of way. He'd even joked with her and teased her a bit about going topless on this vacation if she got the opportunity. And now really was the best opportunity she was likely to get. She was far from anyone she knew, surrounded by tourists and hotel staff who would be unlikely to bat an eye at another pair of boobs on the beach. And Sally was nowhere to be seen.
Yep, it's really now or never. Julianna quickly gulped down the rest of her margarita, then flagged down one of the hotel waiters and ordered another. A little liquid courage should help, she thought. She took another quick glance up and down the beach just to verify that nothing had changed, then slowly reached behind herself to unhook the clasp on her bikini top. She was surprised to find her hands were shaking slightly and her heartbeat was pounding in her ears. I'm really going to do this, she thought incredulously. I'm going to take my top off in public!
She let the bikini top sit loosely on top of her breasts while she looked around the beach one more time, then she slipped the straps down her arms and set her top on the sand beside her beach chair. She could feel that her nipples were hard and erect. It's the breeze, she tried to tell herself, but she knew it wasn't true. Not only was there little discernible breeze at the moment, but the breeze wouldn't account for the heat kindling between her legs or the butterflies in her stomach.
Julianna leaned back in her beach chair and tried to look calm and nonchalant. She thought of her husband and wondered what he would say if he could see her now. He'd probably be overcome with arousal, she thought. Or he'd beg her to let him take her picture to commemorate the event. She smiled to herself and thought about how her husband would so frequently try to convince her to let him take nude or scantily clad pictures of her. She seldom agreed to do it, but she was secretly flattered and turned on by his persistent interest.
It'd really blow his mind if I send him a selfie right now! she thought. The thought was more arousing to her than she expected and before she knew it she'd reached into her beach bag and pulled out her cellphone. If I'm going to be crazy, I might as well be really crazy, she thought. She pulled up the camera app on her phone, set it to front camera mode, and held it out in front of her at arms length. Her hands were still trembling slightly with nerves as she tilted her phone first one way, then another to try to get a good angle, but between her sunglasses and the bright glare of the sun she was barely able to see herself in the screen much less compose a flattering picture. She fumbled to lower her sunglasses but in her nervousness only succeeded in dropping both the sunglasses and her phone onto the sand.
Exacerbated with herself she leaned over to retrieve them and had just put her sunglasses back in place when she heard a low voice say "You wouldn't happen to need help with that would you?". She looked up into the amused and smiling face of one of the most handsome men she'd ever met. She tried to come up with a witty response but found her mouth and voice seemed frozen. Her eyes however traveled, as if of their own accord, slowly down from the young man's face to his lean athletic chest, his firm muscular abs, and would have probably have kept going if she hadn't finally regain a little self control and hastily snapped her eyes back to his face before realizing it didn't really matter anyway because her eyes were hidden by her sunglasses.
She felt her face growing hot with embarrassment as she tried to stammer out a reply. The embarrassment seemed contagious. The young man's face grew red and she could see he was trying hard to look anywhere but at her naked breasts as he stammered out: "your phone... I meant.. I mean.. it looked like you could use help. I'm Derrick by the way".
