I have always enjoyed the attention I get from men when I wear white bikinis, particularly when they get wet. The dark shadow of my nipples and pubes always seams to attract the eyes of any virile male.
All my swim suits are white; I tell everyone that I wear white to show off my tan. Barry, my husband, must like them because he buys me new white swim wear every May for my Birthday. Things seam to get smaller and smaller each year.
I have been told many times that I have the figure to be a model. Although I'm not tall enough to be a fashion model and I think that my breasts are too small to be a glamour model, but they are my own and firm. My small dark nipples are high and always draw interest when I wear a thin cotton T shirt or tight vest without a bra.
Barry is quite a bit older than me and I know that he likes to show me off. He is a commercial photographer but he also has a small portfolio of portraits and soft glamour. Naturally he has pictures of me in it. He would be in trouble if he didn't. He tells me that he likes the comments that are often made about the photographs of me. Especially by young studs who have no idea that we are married.
Barry tells me that one particular photograph gets more remarks than the others. It's a photo of me on the beach having just come out of the Mediterranean. I was topless of course, because we were in Majorca. I had just been chatted up by a group of four good looking American boys who must have been in their late teens or early twenties.
They were drinking beer and as I passed they offered me some. I just fancied a mouthful to take away the taste of the sea, so I took a drink from a bottle that they had just opened. I suppose that I did put on a bit more of the bottle in my mouth than I needed, but I thought that the boys would enjoy the show.
I had expected them to be looking at my nipples, as they had been made erect by the cold sea. But when I looked at them again they were all looking at my bikini bottoms. At first I thought that I had left the makers tag attached, but I soon discovered the true reason.
As I returned to Barry, he told me to stop so that he could take a photograph with his digital camera. He got me to stand in front of a huge rock with my hands on my hips and my feet about a foot apart, just like I had been standing when I spoke with the boys. My nipples were still hard and I had arched my back slightly to keep them really high.
When I saw the picture I realised why the boys had been looking at my bikini bottoms. Even on the little screen it was clear to see that my trimmed pubes were much more than the usual dark shadow and the material had gone so see through around my shaved pussy lips that they looked virtually as pink as the skin on my boobs.
It was too far to go back to the hotel to change and I considered covering up with my shorts, but Barry convinced me that when dry the bikini bottoms were decent. I only found out later that he had lied.
Barry had gone to get something to drink. I was sunbathing on my sun bed when I sensed that someone was putting me in the shade. I opened my eyes a little and saw that it was the four American boys from earlier, standing by my feet. I raised myself by putting both my elbows on the sun bed, thus giving an excellent view of my boobs and I found it was more comfortable when I put my feet on the sand either side of the bed. I had intended to draw attention to my nipples and wasn't thinking then what a good view of my pussy they would have.
The boys introduced themselves, I can't remember all their names but the tallest and best looking one was called Troy. He did most of the talking.
"We are looking for a good place to have a drink, Do you know of anywhere around here?"
He wasn't looking into my eyes when he spoke; he was looking right between my legs. I understood how big boobed girls felt when guys looked at their breasts instead of their face when in conversation.
"That's a good bar over there, where my husband is."
"Your Husband? We thought that he was your Dad," said another. He too was looking at my pussy. In fact they all were.
"Can you look at my face when you talk to me, please?" I felt a bit like a school teacher chastising her pupils.
"But your pussy looks so fuckable," said Troy.
"You're a bit direct aren't you? Anyway don't you know that it's rude for guys to stare at a girl's pussy?"
"It's ruder for girls to show horny young guys like us as much as you are." Troy replied, looking into my eyes this time.
"And how much is that?" I asked.
"We can see the pink inside your pussy lips."
"You're bluffing, you can't see that much."
"Oh yes we can, we can also see that you're wet. You've made your bikini even more see through."
I know that I should have closed my legs, but I was beginning to enjoy myself.
"Is there any way that you can get rid of your old man and come back to our place for some fun?" asked the boy stood to my right.
I saw Barry returning, "Don't be so cheeky, you're all far too young for me."
"Don't worry about our age we all know how to fuck." Troy informed me.
Moments later Barry arrived, He glanced between my open thighs and then said,
"Hi boys, what were you talking about?"
"They were just asking about good places to have a drink, and I gave them some advice." I interrupted.
Troy rescued me "Yes, We were thinking of the bar that you were in. We'll try there first. Perhaps we will see you both there later?"
As they left I thought that Barry might think I was being a little sluttish, so I went on the offensive.
"You told me that these bikini bottoms weren't see through when they are dry."
"What make you think that they aren't?"
"It was what the boys said. "
Barry put his glasses on and said "I see what you mean." As though he didn't already know.
"I hoped that they thanked you for the show."
"They wanted to do more than thank me."
"What did they want to do for you?"
"You don't need to know right now, but it was an offer I might consider next time."
I lay back down and pretended to read my book. I wondered if the boys really could see the pale pink of my inner flesh. They were certainly right when they said that I was wet.
Although we didn't see those boys again, I still got plenty of attention as I let Barry talk me into wearing the white bikini bottoms the rest of the holiday.
One time when I returned from a swim before Barry, I found a note inside the book I had been reading. I didn't recognise the writing. It read, "I'd love to push my tongue into your tight lipped pussy and play with your pea sized clit." I looked around and it could have been any of the half dozen or so of the nearby guys that had been staring at my pussy that day.
I know it was wrong to lie with my knees apart, but I let Barry convince me that I would get a more even tan in that position.
Barry was certainly getting his fair share of sex on that holiday. I did think about the four boys and the note I got a couple of times whilst he was taking care of me. I let him think it was he that got me off so fast.
I have never been unfaithful to him. If he enjoys guys looking at me and I enjoy them looking, what is the problem?
We had been home about a week when Barry asked me to help him with a photographic project that he wanted to do. It wasn't hard for him to persuade me to pose nude for the photos. He assured me that they were to be arty in style.
He normally uses black & white for his personal projects, but that time he used colour film.
As I posed, I closed my eyes and thought about the holiday. I dreamed that I was the only woman on a busy nudist beach and that all the men had been walking past my well spread feet most of the day before the four American boys approached.
In my mind, they were also naked and all of course were well hung. I watched their cocks grow as they stared at my moist groove. I wanted them to look and I let them know by spreading my thighs wider until my lips came apart.
I also imagined them all rubbing my body with oil and one by one pleasuring me with their thick young cocks as a circle of men watched and Barry recorded it all on film.
Barry suddenly spoke and it snapped me out of my daydream. My knees were spread and by the look on his face he had got some saucy photos of me.
Barry usually arranges delivery of his photos and so I was surprised when he asked me to pick the prints up from the lab for him.
I blushed when I saw the photos, most of them showed my pussy and one of them was a close up that I didn't remember being taken. My lips were slightly open and there was a pearl of creamy juice between them. No wonder the lab guy gave me a wink when he handed me the prints.
I began to wonder who else may have seen them and suspected every guy that smiled at me, as I walked around town, of working at the photo lab.
I rarely wear a bra, and often wear tops that show my nipples, but never when I am at work. I will flash my knickers, but only if I fancy the guy. But I never show my pussy around my home town.
A few weeks later I was checking Barry's portfolio for new pictures, and sure enough there was one from the set in there. It wasn't the open lips shot but my lips were easy to see even if they were in some shadow.
The next day, Barry came home from shooting a rock group who were in town as part of their tour. He said that a couple of them were keen photographers; they had seen his glamour portfolio and had bet that they could take better pictures than him. They had looked through the book and picked a model. They chose me.
I was flattered but said no straight away. I was in my home town. Barry begged me to pose for them as he may loose a lot of work if I didn't. He had told them that I was a model. He had checked with my agency and that I was available.
Barry showed me a photo of the band; there were five of them, they were all my type except for the grisly drummer. He pointed out the photographers; it was the lead singer and his brother. They reminded me of the boys on the beach but more muscular and with longer hair, so I agreed to do it.
Barry told me that their favourite shot of me was one where I was wearing some silk high legged knickers. They had to have seen the one showing my pussy because it was next to that one in the portfolio.
"What did they say about the other photographs of me?" I asked Barry.
"They thought that you were very photogenic."
"Anything else?"
"One of them mentioned that he liked your erect nipples."
