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Not going topless
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This is the fourth day of our holiday on the French Riviera where we come every summer. Every summer, my husband wants me to bare my breasts at the beach. Every summer I refuse. Every summer he sulks. He wants other men to see my tits, although he doesn't dare to say it. I have no objection to this. Plenty of other men have seen my tits and more. I just do not want to do it for him to think about later when he's masturbating which he thinks I do not know that he does. But I do. I sometimes make obliquely derisive remarks about men's masturbation because I know it makes him squirm although I don't really care. He can wank himself raw for all I care. This year, he's been quite insistent about my going topless. I make excuses. I'm shy about the size of my boobs which are small; not miniscule but smallish like, say, apples. Ripe apples. Or I tell him sunburned nipples are extremely painful. Or that I have a thing about someone we know seeing me. I never say a flat No. I simper like a teenager pleading with daddy to be let off and in danger of being made to cry. He's quite exasperated with frustration and I like that. If he just came out and said, Rhonda darling, you have such beautiful breasts and it would be such a turn on for me if other people could admire them. If he said that, I might do it. Well, that's a lie; I would never give him the satisfaction. But as I said, he doesn't dare. Today, we're on our way to lunch with our son. I'm wearing my short pale green sun dress with a low strappy top cut to show an inch or two of cleavage. I'm not wearing a bra which he knows, nor am I wearing knickers which he doesn't. Other people do. Other women somehow intuit that you're not wearing knickers. They look at you as if they were raising their eyebrows but without actually raising their eyebrows, if you see what I mean. It's sort of telepathic. Of course I can smell it in them too. You'd be surprised how many women like to go pantyless. Men other than my husband also intuit something but they don't know what it is. What it is is the smell of cunt. We've all heard of the famous pheromones that activate male sexual desire, well leaving off your pants frees them to do their work. The aroma makes men very attentive, like bees circling a scented flower, which annoys my husband. He wants them to look but not to touch. I sometimes wonder if those ladies who guess the secret would like to touch too and whether I'd let them. A woman's caress must be different from a man's. Oops, now I'm having thoughts that are making me just a little moist and that means I must take care not to leave a wet mark on my dress from sitting at the restaurant which would be really embarrassing. Fortunately, my dress has a full skirt that I can arrange so that I sit on my bare bottom. We're at the restaurant now so I'll leave off for the moment and we'll talk again later.
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Posted on : Apr 27, 2017
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