“True, okay, shopping it is this morning, but I think that you are right about the bras and knickers, I really enjoyed going out without any on last night and thought that I might stop wearing any, at least whilst we’re on holiday, that’s if you don’t mind Dylan?”
“What you wear, or don’t wear, is entirely up to you Esther. If you want to stay naked all the time or wear your old, mother chosen clothes that is up to you. I just thought that you might want to have some ‘briefer’ clothes, like the other girls your age here are wearing.”
“Dylan, I can’t see me wandering around the streets totally naked although the idea of doing that does appeal to me. Gawd, listen to me, last week at this time the thought of doing anything remotely like that would have horrified me.”
“That’s okay honey, you’ve just escaped the clutches of your mother and you’re letting the real you come out.”
“Well I’m really liking the new me, it’s so exciting, it makes me so horny, and with a big, hunky husband beside me I feel quite safe getting a bit adventurous, letting the real me, as you call it, come out.”
We went back to our room to clean our teeth and got ready to go out, but when I took my dress off to put a clean one on, Dylan came and kissed me. It was another hour before we left our room.
We quickly discovered that just about all the clothes that we could find were bikinis, cover-ups or knickers. I should have been disappointed but I wasn’t, and Dylan bought me 4 cover-ups that I could wear as dresses. Dylan pointed out that they were all see-through to one extent or another and I surprised myself by saying that I liked the idea of them being see-through, then trying back-track a little by saying that I’d probably only be wearing them at night when it was dark.
I was pleased to see that the shops sold thong bikinis and I again surprised myself by zeroing-in on the ones that were as brief as the one that Dylan bought me.
Dylan was unbelievably supportive and I could tell by the bulge in his shorts that he liked the idea of me wearing the clothes that I ***********ed.
The changing rooms in the shops were non-existent, which for some strange reason disappointed me, but Dylan told me that it didn’t matter, that if anything didn’t look right on me we’d just go and buy something else.
I didn’t say anything but I guessed that that was one of the advantages of having lots of money.
Anyway, shopping over we went back to the hotel and as soon as I took my dowdy dress off Dylan jumped on me. One hour later we left our room with me wearing one of my new, thong bikinis and one of the cover-ups.
The beach was heaven, the warm sand between my toes was amazing and I cursed my parents for not taking me to a beach before.
I giggled a little when we spread our towels, I took the cover-up off and Dylan told me that he’d have to lay on his stomach for a while. I’d spotted that his shorts had an impressive bulge in the front.
“So what would you be like if I took my bikini top off Dylan?” I asked.
“I’d be begging you to give me some relief.”
“And how would you want me to do that?”
“Either your hand or your mouth.”
“Are we going to have to go for a swim before we sunbathe?” I asked.
“I thought that you’d never ask Esther?”
“Dylan,” I said as I got to my feet, “you don’t have to wait to be asked, my body is your body to do with as you please, you can pounce on me at anytime and demand that I do whatever you want, hell, you don’t have to demand, just do it.”
“You’d better get in that sea before I strip you naked right here young lady.”
“Promises, promises.” I replied as I started running into the sea.
I’d expected the sea to be cold, like everyone had told me the sea around the UK was, but it was warm. Soon, Dylan and I were splashing each other and generally messing around. When we got tired of that we swam next to each other and I told Dylan that it was so different from the swimming that I’d done in the pools back in the UK.
I told Dylan that the feeling of the water rushing against my skin that used to be covered by my old one-piece swimsuit was amazing.
“I’ve read that it feels even better when you’re naked.” Dylan said.
“Would you mind if I tried that Dylan?” I asked.
“Of course not Esther, if you want to take your bikini off go for it, I’ll hold it for you.”
And I did, and Dylan was right, the feeling of the water rushing past my nipples and pussy was wonderful. After I’d swum a few metres then back to Dylan I said,
“I don’t ever want to wear anything when I go swimming again.”
Dylan laughed and called me a horny little bitch. I laughed too because I knew that he was right.
“I still can’t get over how you’ve changed Esther.”
“Don’t you like the new me Dylan?”
“I love it Esther, how do you fancy having fuck right here and now?”
“How?”
“If we go to where it’s a bit shallower you can float on your back. If you spread your legs I can get in between them and hey presto.”
And that’s what we did. It wasn’t the best fuck that I’ve had but I still had Dylan’s cock inside me and that was good enough for me.
We swam and messed about some more and I’m sure that a few people saw that I wasn’t wearing my bikini top but when I saw anyone looking I felt more excited than just being naked under the water.
When we decided to get out I asked Dylan for my bikini but his response was to pick me up and carry me in his arms back to our towels with me still totally naked. I protested asking him to take me back into the sea and give me my bikini back but he just kept walking.
“People will see my pussy Dylan, you’re embarrassing me.”
But Dylan kept walking and when we got to our towels he gently put me down on my back and my hands went to cover my pussy and tits.
“Dylan, please can I have my bikini or my dress.” I said, but in reality I was actually enjoying it.
Dylan gave me my bikini bottoms and I quickly put the thong bottoms on, tying each side. Of course I needed 2 hands to do that and my little tits were exposed to everyone on the beach.
Once my pussy was covered I stood in front of Dylan and put my hand out for my top.
“You’re enjoying being exposed aren’t you Esther?”
I said nothing for a few seconds then replied,
“Yes, I am. I want your cock inside me again.”
“I don’t think that we could get away with that here but you can get away with sunbathing topless Esther. There are other topless women here.”
Dylan was right so I lay on my back on my towel. I looked at my tits and confirmed what I could feel, that my nipples were as hard as I have ever seen them.
“Looking good wife.” Dylan said a few minutes later.
“You think so husband?”
“I do.”
“Thanks, do you think that I could get away with never wearing a bra or bikini top again?”
“Of course you can Esther, it isn’t as if you’ll get a black eye if you have to run anywhere.”
“True, have you got your phone with you Dylan?”
“Yes.”
“Would you take some photos of me?”
“You want some photos of you topless Esther?”
“I do, do you mind?”
“Hell no, I’d love to have some photos of you, topless and naked on my phone so that I can look at them when you aren’t around.”