An opportunity arose when we were newly married for my wife to accompany me to a conference in Los Angeles. The Company would pay for me to fly Business Class and had no objection if instead I booked Economy Class flights for my wife and I so long as I paid the extra. They also raised no objection when I asked if I could book a holiday immediately after the Conference taking advantage of being already in America.

 

 

The Conference was in February so a visit to the famous National Parks was ruled out straight away. Mexico was a possibility but neither of us really fancied it and looking at the map we thought what about Hawaii? We hadn’t really appreciated that was in the middle of the Pacific until we looked at the flight schedule! The possibility having entered our minds we thought it was too good an opportunity to miss so the bank overdraft was stretched a little further and we booked the flights, a small Hotel and basic car rental for two weeks.

 

 

We decided that we wanted to see the smaller islands rather than the very American Honolulu dominated Big Island so we booked local light aircraft transfers from Honolulu too. It turned out to be a very good choice as the Americans it seemed liked to be in gated communities and we were in parts occupied by the Hawaiians who were very friendly but thought that since we did not have American accents we must be from Australia!

 

 

Our Hotel was right on the beach but they tried to put us in a room at the back of the Hotel until I demanded to see the manager and we were then allocated a stunning room with a balcony overlooking the ocean. If you fell off the balcony you would land on the beach! They called it the second floor but to us it was the first - one floor up from reception. The only slight disadvantage was that a headland adjacent was raised so that people walking there could sometimes see on to our balcony and probably into the bedroom if we left the curtains open. Of course the Americans never did leave curtains open preferring everything closed and air conditioning on all the time but we preferred the windows open, especially in the morning and evening. There were other benefits to our approach too which I will come to later.

 

 

The first night of our stay we dined in the Hotel restaurant being tired after travelling and the next morning woke up early to the fantastic scent of a humid tropical morning. It was warm already and we had breakfast on the balcony. My wife had slept naked and just slipped on a bridal negligee bought for our honeymoon to sit outside. As she was well aware it was see through but to the casual observer further away than I was it looked as if she was clothed or at least sufficiently so that it would not be too obvious that she was naked underneath - which was just as well as quite a few people were taking advantage of the lower temperature to take a morning walk. Over coffee we decided to spend the morning exploring and finding a beach we could swim from that was not right in front of the Hotel.

 

 

This as it turned out was easier said than done as there were massive waves suitable only for surfing on a number of beaches but we did eventually find a sheltered beach which looked suitable and were surprised to see a notice that said topless sunbathing was prohibited by law. We had not realised that Americans were such a prudish society but sure enough every girl was wearing a full bikini which was a great shame as the beach was alive with sun tanned young women with legs up to their armpits who all seemed to have the body of a goddess. The strange thing was that so many of them wore a bikini made out of their national flag, stars across their breasts and stripes stretched tight over their pert bums. My wife who looked gorgeous in a very small French bikini which revealed more than it hid told me to close my mouth and suggested we looked elsewhere! Eventually we did find a quiet corner of the beach where despite the regulation she did take her top off for a while to get her tits brown but she had to put it back on whenever she wanted to swim which she found irksome.

 

 

During the afternoon we walked further along the beach where our Hotel was looking at the various restaurants and decided we liked the look of one directly on the beach that looked like it was family run so we booked a table. The Hawaiian family who owned it were very helpful and explained the menu which contained many fresh fish dishes with the fish being identified by the local name which they had to explain for us. They too thought we were Australian until we explained that we were from England which astonished them!

 

 

My wife decided that she would dress in the local style that evening rather than compete with the American ladies who all looked very smart in the western way - figure hugging designer dresses low cut, showing lots of bronzed thigh and bronzed cleavage! Before we left England she had been shopping for something suitable for tropical climes and had made what turned out to be an inspired purchase. She had bought several pure silk camisole tops in different colours which had tiny shoe string straps, were cut low at the front and just covered her boobs, leaving her midriff bare.

 

 

She teamed a blue one of these with a thin blue cotton pareau which she had bought for the beach to wrap round her as a cover up when she took off her wet bikini. Wrapped around her waist low down revealing her navel it reached her ankles and with her bare midriff looked very local in style and she looked stunning! She completed it with a Hibiscus behind her ear. The only fly in the ointment was that none of the bras she had could be worn without showing somewhere so she said she didn’t need a bra anyway and went without. When I remarked how sexy she looked and how much I liked her going out to dinner without a bra, she smiled and said “ no panties either!”. I felt her bum and sure enough it was true! “Too hot” she explained!

 

 

As we walked along the beach I gradually realised that the breeze off the sea was having an effect on her nipples. Before we left the Hotel I realised that the thin silk clung to her body and showed as bumps where it clung to her nipples but now her nipples were stiffening and the result was that they stuck out more prominently and were certainly more noticeable! By the time we reached the restaurant there were two well defined bumps in her silk camisole and I wasn’t the only one to notice! We were shown to our table and we received the best service I had ever received in a restaurant ever from the young College lad who was our waiter for the evening! He couldn’t take his eyes off my wife’s erect nipples but gradually they became less prominent with the warmth inside the room although even when she became warm her nipples remained visible to the keen observer with the thin material stretched over her firm young breasts.

 

 

It became clear that the restaurant owners were flattered that my young wife wanted to adopt a local rather than American style and during the evening the wife of the owner came over to introduce herself and say how pretty my wife looked which pleased her. She made a point of asking if we were married and when my wife said we were she told her that the wearing of a flower in her hair had a meaning in Hawaiian culture. Worn over the right ear it denoted a married lady, worn over the left ear meant she was available and with a smile she gently removed the flower over my wife’s left ear and put it over her right ear!

 

 

On our way back along the beach my wife remarked on what a great time she had and how attentive they had been. She understood and appreciated the attention from the owner and his wife but was surprised that the waiter was so attentive she said. In the end I had to tell her the reason. “Were you not aware of how you looked when we got to the restaurant?” I asked her. “ well I know I looked different to the other women” she said. “ Not just that” I said, “ you looked fantastic but the cool air off the ocean had made your nipples go hard so that they stood out as distinct bumps” . “It wasn’t just the breeze” she said “the silk rubbing over my nipples when I moved was very erotic and it was that that got my nipples aroused. Did they show very much? “. “ Quite a bit - enough for just about every male in the premises to notice! “. I said.

 

 

She giggled and said “ you don’t mind men looking at my hard nipples do you?” “ Not at all “ I said “ I find it rather exciting knowing what they would like to do to you”.

 

“What’s that?” she said cheekily. “ I’ll show you when we get back to the Hotel” I said - and I did. We were up late the next morning!

 

 

It was all perfectly true. Not only did I not mind men looking at her, I found it exciting. They could look but they could not touch! During our honeymoon in Italy I had discovered that the waiters were spying on her sunbathing on the balcony in the afternoons and I had encouraged her to sunbathe naked out there and also to wear a see through negligee with nothing underneath at other times so that they had plenty of opportunity to see her body. It clearly interested them and it certainly excited me. She was probably aware that they could see the outline of her naked body through the negligee especially against the light and like any girl at the height of her sexuality she was aroused by the thought of other men finding her sexy and wanting to do what only her husband now was allowed to do to her!

 

 

We went to this or other restaurants along the beach on several other occasions and every time she wore a version of the same look. Substituting the blue camisole for another colour but always without a bra - and always without any panties! The most daring was when she wore an ivory coloured silk camisole. It was so thin and so tight that the dark areola was visible before we left the Hotel even though she was warm and her nipples were like flat brown pennies and not hard at all. I don’t know if she was aware of how much more revealing it was but she knew I liked to show her off and I certainly wasn’t going to tell her in case she changed her top and denied me the pleasure! If other guys enjoyed it too all well and good I thought.

 

 

I had quickly realised that when she was sunbathing on the balcony of our room she could sometimes be seen from the path around the headland where it passed near to us so I encouraged her to lie there after lunch telling her to sunbathe completely naked as she had on honeymoon suggesting she would not want to get any tan lines. I also thought that people passing by could probably see into our room if the windows were open. She always slept nude and had to pass the open windows on the way to the bathroom and back so one day I went out early to see if what I thought about the view into the room was right. As I reached the part of the path near our room I had caught up with a group of young lads and sure enough right on cue she got out of bed stark naked and walked round the bed and into the bathroom. “ Bloody hell, did you see that ?“ one guy said to me. “Very nice” I said. “ let’s wait for her to come back” said another “she’s got great tits and a lovely ass!”. So we waited and a few minutes later back she came, dark blonde hair now in a ponytail, as naked as the day that she was born! She paused looking out over the balcony to the ocean and we all had this vision of a shapely young woman, completely naked, hair in a ponytail, firm 34B tits with neat light brown semi hard nipples, a small waist, rounded womanly hips and a luxuriant brown triangle of pubic hair camouflaging the damp slit of her pussy. She had a pleasing all over tan and no tan lines.

 

 

“ I’d love to fuck her first thing in the morning” said one of the lads - a sentiment that we all shared as we discussed the various features of her body we each enjoyed most - none of which had been hidden from our view. Having discussed what they would like to do to her as lads do, they went on their way and I went back to screw the vision they had been lusting after! We had a late breakfast and after that episode I made sure she always paused for a while to look at the view in the morning - just in case the lads were out there! I told her that she looked wonderful standing naked against that view which was true but she also presented a wonderful sight for anyone lucky to be at the right spot on the path too.

 

 

Telling you guys this tale gives me an opportunity to seek your views on a matter that I have wondered about for years. When I first met the girl who was later to become my wife she was just eighteen and was on holiday sharing a tent with a friend. I was also with a friend and we often went out in the evenings with the two girls. Eventually we spent more time together when she was free - she had a job in the mornings - as the others spent time in town or going to other places.

 

 

After work she preferred to spend some time back at the tent relaxing after an early start so I stayed with her and we usually met up with the others in the town later. It was her opportunity to get a bit of a suntan so I would read a book and keep a lookout for voyeurs on the prowl. To start with she lay out in the sun in a swim suit ( bikinis were not the norm then) but she wanted to expose more so she took to wearing her bra and panties which were pretty sexy - hence the lookout! After a while she said she wanted to eliminate the mark across her back so she lay on her front and asked me to undo her bra strap which of course I was happy to do! Eventually she asked if I would be embarrassed if she turned over to tan her titties and I assured her that I would not mind at all! In fact I assured her I would not be offended at all if she wanted to sunbathe nude. She smiled at that and thought about it for a while while she lay topless and then said yes, she would like to sunbathe nude if I could be trusted not to take advantage so I told her I would not take advantage during daylight hours. “ that seems fair” she said pulling down her panties revealing a triangle of light brown pubic hair, neatly trimmed.

 

 

From then on she always sunbathed nude in the afternoons and I kept lookout for her friend returning and any other people who came close, giving her the opportunity to cover herself if she wished. I did have to warn her of people approaching on a few occasions but it was not busy so on the whole she remained nude most of the afternoon and soon got a very attractive tan. There was one guy that I did not spot however until he was too close to do anything about it without being too obvious. It was my fault entirely, she was sunbathing on her back with her tits in the sun and I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I was waiting for her legs to drop open which they often did if she dozed off! Before I knew it he was just the other side of the wall under a tree about ten yards away gazing at her lying stark naked in the sun and obviously liking what he saw. When he realised I had spotted him he turned away as if he had not really been looking at her but couldn’t resist the temptation to look back at her before he sauntered off. I was surprised that she had not seen him but she did wear glasses and I later found out that being short sighted she couldn’t see very far at all without them.

 

 

I decided not to say anything as I thought she would not trust me to warn her in future and I would miss the afternoon delight of watching her lying out nude and sometimes parading around stark naked - something not many girls aged eighteen would do now let alone in the 1960’s. I was more vigilant the next day but he didn’t come back so I relaxed my guard. However the day after that he did come back. I saw him approach carefully but decided that if I told her that he was there that would probably be the end of my afternoon fun but she didn’t spot him so once again I said nothing and he settled down to enjoy her the sight of her nude - as I did.

 

 

I thought she was bound to see him if she sat up or got up as she sometimes did to stand in the breeze but she did sit up and walked around without saying a word. Perhaps she does know he is there I thought and if she doesn’t mind him seeing her naked why should I object? He came for the next three days sitting in his usual place and enjoying the view. She didn’t seem to mind! Sometimes she walked stark naked to just a few yards from him but she still said nothing.

 

 

The very last day that he came he brought a camera and was clearly intent on getting some pictures of her nude. I did wonder if I should make it clear I had seen him to put him off but I still didn’t know whether she had been aware of his presence all along nor of course did I know that this was the girl I was going to marry a few years later! In the event I said nothing and he spent an hour or so taking pictures of her as she walked around or lay sunbathing, sometimes with her legs apart, until I guess he ran out of film. He was certainly lucky in that when she was lying down or sitting she had her feet nearest to him so there is a very good chance that he got several shots of her exposing her pussy among the pictures he took that afternoon.

 

 

My question is - what would you have done?

 

 

Should I have told her when he first came on the scene? (although he had already seen her naked by then).

 

 

Should I have prevented him seeing her naked on future occasions - either told her or made it obvious to him?

 

 

When I saw he had a camera that last visit should I have stopped him from taking pictures of her nude?

 

 

He must have gone home with a cassette full of pictures of her naked, in some cases in abandoned and highly erotic poses of a kind that could not even be seen in top shelf magazines of the day and certainly of her showing her body in ways that should be reserved for a select few only!

 

 

Should I have sacrificed my own pleasure as well as his? I’d be interested to hear your views.