The UK winter had been miserable with rain, more rain and flooding, although thankfully that didn't impact us. We were miserable and determined that we would have an early season break for a bit of sun. For simplicity we picked the resort and apartments where we had met Dani.
It was only a long weekend, but we were looking forward to it. As the time drew closer, we reminisced about our previous weekend; educating Dani, our first visit to a nudist beach (although we didn't tell Dani it was our first) and my first public striptease on amateur night in the local club.
All of these memories kept us going through the remains of the winter and not long after Easter we were on a flight to the sun.
We had managed to get the same apartment, and this time ascertained that the neighbouring one was actually empty. This meant that clothes were superfluous, and we enjoyed Friday and Saturday lounging naked beside our own pool, letting the sun get to all the bits hidden for the winter.
We could and did also have long languorous sex sessions in the sun, one of the benefits of already being naked. On the Sunday though, I felt we should hit the beach and a bit of public flashing and nudity -- this always turns me on.
So, I slipped on the micro bikini I had bought to match Dani's and admired myself in the mirror. The top was two narrow strips of fabric with a string tied in a bow on my back. These covered my nipples, but left cleavage, side boob and underboob nicely exposed.
The briefs were just that. Slightly bigger than a thong at the back and barely covering my pussy lips at the front, again they were tied at one side. I had removed all my bush ready for this and my lips were clearly outlined through the material when I pulled it tight. Hooking a thumb into either side I did indeed pull them tight, admiring my ass in the mirror as the briefs pulled into my cleft and then looking at my lips as they were very open and very clear under the material. As I bent down to look over my shoulder at my ass, the briefs slipped into my open pussy, pushing my lips apart. I admired this view for a minute from all angles before carefully letting the sides settle back around my hips and peeling the briefs out of my ass and pussy.
As it was early season with not many tourists about, I tied a sarong around my waist and slipped on a vest top to walk from the villa to the beach. We strolled through the village hand in hand and headed down to what looked like a deserted beach -- not many tourists and too early for the locals who were still in coats and jackets.
There was one group of lads, all in their twenties, kicking a ball around. From what we could hear they were from the UK and had rather expected more women than they were finding. Andy gestured to walk up the beach away from them, but I was having none of it -- I had dressed for a purpose.
We chose loungers near to the lads and set up camp.
Andy guessed what I was up to so lay down and pulled his hat down so that he could watch them.
I stood and grasped the vest from the bottom and pulled it up and over my head; as I ran it up my body slowly, holding it tight across the front it caused both my boobs to jiggle delightfully, and one naturally fell out of the bikini top. I made a show of slipping the flimsy material back in place.
Andy whispered that I was being noticed and the sound of the football game had certainly slowed. I then turned and slipped my sarong off; however, rather than simply untie it at the hip, I loosened it and lowered it slowly, necessitating me bending smoothly forward from the waist. This certainly gained their interest as all sounds of football stopped.
I gave an exaggerated stretch, then, much as I had done in the mirror, I hooked my thumbs in the briefs and pulled them tighter, so that they slipped between my ass cheeks. I then untied the bikini top and removed it and lay face down on the lounger, with my thighs apart.
I could hear Andy chuckling, "You have their attention, and the game is moving to directly opposite your lounger."
After a few minutes, during which I had been discretely rearranging the briefs at the front, I rolled over.
"Remember Dani," I whispered to Andy. Indeed, when we first met Dani, she had tried to attract our attention by pulling the briefs to one side, as if they had slipped there naturally and I had done the same. My briefs, which had already been pulled up into my ass were now tucked to one side of my pussy, fully exposing it.
I lay back on the lounger and spread my thighs as if oblivious, one foot either side of the lounger. I had to stifle a giggle as there was at least one loud gasp, quickly shushed by his friends.
I felt like a complete slutbag, exposing myself to these lads, but it was turning me on, and it was all I could do not to touch myself. My nipples were hard, and my pussy was open and moist, my clitoris nicely swollen.
There then commenced a game; the lads took it in turns to send the ball our way and then come and fetch it. Invariably they were blushing furiously and had impressive bulges in their cut-off shorts.
For my part I not only pretended I wasn't aware of them, but went through a range of poses -- all the ones I could think of -- my favourite was when I brought my knees up still with a foot either side of the lounger, but now on the edge of the lounger. My arms and hands were by my side, and I was able to discretely pull my ass cheeks apart opening my pussy still further. This was so much fun and absolutely indulged my love of public exposure.
Feeling empowered, I then decided to take it one step further, as the ball landed near us again, I stood up, still not adjusting my briefs and said clearly to Andy "Just going to head for a swim to cool down babe."
