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09/01/2012
I love a warm sunny beach – who doesn’t? The sun, the water, the waves, oh the fun one can have! Sitting here in the cold, damp grey of winter, I was thinking about a fun summer’s day we had a few years ago.
We often visit European beaches, where topless sunbathing for women is pretty normal. My English wife is very happy popping off of her bikini top at the beach. Coming from America, I’m not so used to it…I still get a bit of a thrill when she takes her top off on a crowded beach. She’s got a great figure and is a beautiful girl, so generally gets noticed pretty quickly.
As you may know, on French beaches most women only remove their tops when sunning themselves on their towel. If they get up to go anywhere (a swim or for a drink), the top goes on, and generally only comes off again once they are back at their towel.
If you are a man (or a woman!) looking is allowed and appreciated as long as it’s done in a gentlemanly fashion – which means no staring or ogling – unless you are a French man, in which case unabashed staring is grudgingly tolerated.
This particular holiday in France we went to a beautiful but crowded beach on the Atlantic coast. There was the usual collection of topless women, some beautiful, some average, and some you’d really rather they stayed covered up!
We found a place to set up our little “beach camp” a good 20 or 30 feet from anyone else. We sat down, cracked open two cold beers, and then came to that moment that always gives me a little thrill: when she reaches round and undoes her top. Off it came and out they came. I always notice the guys (and some girls) nearby who check her out. Some guys look at her just a little longer than is appropriate, but that seems to add to the thrill, knowing they are liking what they are seeing.
After a while we decided to play a bit of paddle ball at the water’s edge. My wife Fanny was in a naughty mood and asked if I minded if she left her top off whilst we played. I said I didn’t mind at all, that would be great. So off we toddled, getting a few looks as we made our way down to the water’s edge. We started playing paddle ball and quickly realised the water’s edge was rather like being on a stage, with everyone on the beach looking towards the water most of the time.
We played for about half an hour with Fanny bouncing around, secretly enjoying all of the attention. She was missing the ball a lot and having to go chase it, sometimes into small groups of people. They were always happy to help retrieve it and toss it back to her. I was beginning to think she was missing the ball on purpose!
It was especially fun when people walked by and had a good old look at her wearing just a small bikini bottom, which didn’t really cover very much. Men going in and out of the water seemed to need to enter the water very close to where we were playing, and of course leave from the same place. Guys (and girls) walking along the beach slowed down when they came upon us, and made a bit of an event of walking around us so as not to interrupt our game, with lots of smiling and a bit of giggling.
By now we were getting hot, so decided to go for a swim. We went straight in to the water. This being the Atlantic Ocean, there were some pretty good waves. Fanny is a great swimmer, having been the star of the swim team at school, lifeguard, etc.; I can usually just about keep myself from drowning. We went out up to about our chests and bobbed along on the waves for a while, then she decided to start body surfing.
She swam out a bit further, caught a wave and went gliding past me. She was all smiles when she stood up and went back out for another ride. It was a bit too deep for me, and besides, it looked like hard work – more fun watching her! About her third trip out, a group of young guys gathered near her, also waiting for a good wave. A few rides later the guys managed to pretty much surround her as they were bobbing up and down waiting for another wave. They were all smiling and giggling and horsing around, and generally staring at her tits, which you could easily see through the clear water. They had a few small bits of conversation with her, they in French, her in English; there were a few nervous giggles.
After a few rides, Fanny and the boys developed an unspoken game in which she’d take off on a wave and they’d try to follow, some making it and some not. They’d try to stop around the same place she did so when she stood up in the shallow water they were nearby and could enjoy a bit of a moment staring at her breasts. She was obviously enjoying this experience, these young men were all French, fit, good looking and not shy! I was also enjoying this little show.
After a while, in the deeper water when they were bobbing about, several of the guys started to bump into her a little bit, partly due to the wave motions, but she could tell it was intentional. A few rides later the bumps escalated to a hand touching her, at first just on her back or shoulder; this moved on to “inadvertently” grabbing her breast for a quick fondle, or a hand on her bottom for just a moment or two.
Her ass was getting more and more exposed too as her already small bikini bottom was riding up. Eventually she just pulled it up in the back to make it into a thong – the guys loved that! After a wave ride she’d get up and be in knee deep water with most of her ass on show and start walking back into deeper water. Some of the guys started going past her so they could stare at her lovely, nearly bare ass from behind as they went. Occasionally she’d look back over her shoulder and smile at them, clearly enjoying the attention as they waved to her.
This game seemed to go on for quite a while, as they drifted down the shoreline and kept moving further and further out as the tide went out and the waves started to weaken. At one point I went back to our blanket, got myself another beer, and wandered back to knee deep water. A small group of MILFs were nearby standing in the shallow water, they happened to be English, so we started chatting. They liked the look of my beer, so I went back and grabbed a couple more for them. We had a nice chat, they were very friendly; turns out they were there on a girls holiday. Sadly for me, they all had their tops on, but nice figures all.
They asked if I was alone, I pointed out my wife to them off in the distance. They said was she in amongst that group of guys, I said yes and they said oh you are an understanding husband! They wished theirs were more like me.
Anyways, not that I could see Fanny and her new friends very well by now, but as their game went on, apparently the guys were getting more and more daring. As I heard later, she was waiting for her next wave when one of the guys came up from behind, put his arms around her and started playing with her tits and pinching her nipples. At the same time he pulled his pelvis up close to her and nuzzled his very hard cock in between her butt cheeks. She reached behind and got a handful of his stiff, bare willy – yes, he’d taken off his shorts, apparently hoping for a quick score in the sea! Cheeky French.
She gave his willy a bit of an affectionate squeeze, one little tug, then pushed off and caught the next wave. She had been having a ball, but was getting tired by now, and slightly nervous about what might happen next if she let it, so decided that was her last ride of the day.
I was still off in the shallow water chatting with my new MILF friends when Fanny started making her way towards me. After a bit of a swim she stood up to walk the last bit. The guys booed when they realised she was heading back to me, though it seemed pretty good natured. One of the MILFs asked if she was topless out there. I said yes, she loves swimming that way. They said wow, you really are an understanding husband, mine would never let me get away with that! When Fanny joined us I introduced her to my new friends, she said hello and that she was ready to go in. We walked back to our blanket, cracked open the cold bottle of wine in the cooler and had an excited little chat about what she’d been up to.
We often visit European beaches, where topless sunbathing for women is pretty normal. My English wife is very happy popping off of her bikini top at the beach. Coming from America, I’m not so used to it…I still get a bit of a thrill when she takes her top off on a crowded beach. She’s got a great figure and is a beautiful girl, so generally gets noticed pretty quickly.
As you may know, on French beaches most women only remove their tops when sunning themselves on their towel. If they get up to go anywhere (a swim or for a drink), the top goes on, and generally only comes off again once they are back at their towel.
If you are a man (or a woman!) looking is allowed and appreciated as long as it’s done in a gentlemanly fashion – which means no staring or ogling – unless you are a French man, in which case unabashed staring is grudgingly tolerated.
This particular holiday in France we went to a beautiful but crowded beach on the Atlantic coast. There was the usual collection of topless women, some beautiful, some average, and some you’d really rather they stayed covered up!
We found a place to set up our little “beach camp” a good 20 or 30 feet from anyone else. We sat down, cracked open two cold beers, and then came to that moment that always gives me a little thrill: when she reaches round and undoes her top. Off it came and out they came. I always notice the guys (and some girls) nearby who check her out. Some guys look at her just a little longer than is appropriate, but that seems to add to the thrill, knowing they are liking what they are seeing.
After a while we decided to play a bit of paddle ball at the water’s edge. My wife Fanny was in a naughty mood and asked if I minded if she left her top off whilst we played. I said I didn’t mind at all, that would be great. So off we toddled, getting a few looks as we made our way down to the water’s edge. We started playing paddle ball and quickly realised the water’s edge was rather like being on a stage, with everyone on the beach looking towards the water most of the time.
We played for about half an hour with Fanny bouncing around, secretly enjoying all of the attention. She was missing the ball a lot and having to go chase it, sometimes into small groups of people. They were always happy to help retrieve it and toss it back to her. I was beginning to think she was missing the ball on purpose!
It was especially fun when people walked by and had a good old look at her wearing just a small bikini bottom, which didn’t really cover very much. Men going in and out of the water seemed to need to enter the water very close to where we were playing, and of course leave from the same place. Guys (and girls) walking along the beach slowed down when they came upon us, and made a bit of an event of walking around us so as not to interrupt our game, with lots of smiling and a bit of giggling.
By now we were getting hot, so decided to go for a swim. We went straight in to the water. This being the Atlantic Ocean, there were some pretty good waves. Fanny is a great swimmer, having been the star of the swim team at school, lifeguard, etc.; I can usually just about keep myself from drowning. We went out up to about our chests and bobbed along on the waves for a while, then she decided to start body surfing.
She swam out a bit further, caught a wave and went gliding past me. She was all smiles when she stood up and went back out for another ride. It was a bit too deep for me, and besides, it looked like hard work – more fun watching her! About her third trip out, a group of young guys gathered near her, also waiting for a good wave. A few rides later the guys managed to pretty much surround her as they were bobbing up and down waiting for another wave. They were all smiling and giggling and horsing around, and generally staring at her tits, which you could easily see through the clear water. They had a few small bits of conversation with her, they in French, her in English; there were a few nervous giggles.
After a few rides, Fanny and the boys developed an unspoken game in which she’d take off on a wave and they’d try to follow, some making it and some not. They’d try to stop around the same place she did so when she stood up in the shallow water they were nearby and could enjoy a bit of a moment staring at her breasts. She was obviously enjoying this experience, these young men were all French, fit, good looking and not shy! I was also enjoying this little show.
After a while, in the deeper water when they were bobbing about, several of the guys started to bump into her a little bit, partly due to the wave motions, but she could tell it was intentional. A few rides later the bumps escalated to a hand touching her, at first just on her back or shoulder; this moved on to “inadvertently” grabbing her breast for a quick fondle, or a hand on her bottom for just a moment or two.
Her ass was getting more and more exposed too as her already small bikini bottom was riding up. Eventually she just pulled it up in the back to make it into a thong – the guys loved that! After a wave ride she’d get up and be in knee deep water with most of her ass on show and start walking back into deeper water. Some of the guys started going past her so they could stare at her lovely, nearly bare ass from behind as they went. Occasionally she’d look back over her shoulder and smile at them, clearly enjoying the attention as they waved to her.
This game seemed to go on for quite a while, as they drifted down the shoreline and kept moving further and further out as the tide went out and the waves started to weaken. At one point I went back to our blanket, got myself another beer, and wandered back to knee deep water. A small group of MILFs were nearby standing in the shallow water, they happened to be English, so we started chatting. They liked the look of my beer, so I went back and grabbed a couple more for them. We had a nice chat, they were very friendly; turns out they were there on a girls holiday. Sadly for me, they all had their tops on, but nice figures all.
They asked if I was alone, I pointed out my wife to them off in the distance. They said was she in amongst that group of guys, I said yes and they said oh you are an understanding husband! They wished theirs were more like me.
Anyways, not that I could see Fanny and her new friends very well by now, but as their game went on, apparently the guys were getting more and more daring. As I heard later, she was waiting for her next wave when one of the guys came up from behind, put his arms around her and started playing with her tits and pinching her nipples. At the same time he pulled his pelvis up close to her and nuzzled his very hard cock in between her butt cheeks. She reached behind and got a handful of his stiff, bare willy – yes, he’d taken off his shorts, apparently hoping for a quick score in the sea! Cheeky French.
She gave his willy a bit of an affectionate squeeze, one little tug, then pushed off and caught the next wave. She had been having a ball, but was getting tired by now, and slightly nervous about what might happen next if she let it, so decided that was her last ride of the day.
I was still off in the shallow water chatting with my new MILF friends when Fanny started making her way towards me. After a bit of a swim she stood up to walk the last bit. The guys booed when they realised she was heading back to me, though it seemed pretty good natured. One of the MILFs asked if she was topless out there. I said yes, she loves swimming that way. They said wow, you really are an understanding husband, mine would never let me get away with that! When Fanny joined us I introduced her to my new friends, she said hello and that she was ready to go in. We walked back to our blanket, cracked open the cold bottle of wine in the cooler and had an excited little chat about what she’d been up to.
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John
