In retrospect I can imagine what he was looking at when he entered the room – I was leaning over the railing with my butt pointed in his direction. It was covered by my bathing suit bottom but it was skimpy and I am fairly petite. From what he had told us, his wife is very overweight. To make matters worse, the top I threw on to go up to room was a see thru fishnet t-shirt and since I had been topless all week I didn’t think twice about it. It was almost like I was still topless. What hadn’t occurred to me was that our friend was only at the resort at night and he had only seen me dressed, albeit in some fairly revealing outfits but still, I was dressed. I’m not sure if he even knew that women could be topless there.
Still in my own little world I continued to smoke and look down on my sexy husband while engaging in small talk with Mr. Nerd over my shoulder. He was quiet for few minutes and then blurted out, “What a great view.”
As smart as I’m supposed to be, I can sometimes be a complete idiot, which I will choose to blame the pot. Not grasping the situation I think that I agreed that the ocean was beautiful today.
“No, I mean your ass!”
I burst out laughing as it was unexpected coming from him. Suddenly self conscious about my ass I covered it with my free hand and spun around facing him in an attempt to… not show him my ass. His jaw dropped and his eyes went straight to my breasts which were all but visible through the fishnet. I even remember that one of my nipples was poking through. It was at that moment that my situational awareness kicked in.
I turned back around, still laughing, now self conscious about my tits but at the same time I was feeling strangely turned on that my new friend had just seen so much of me. I still thought that it was just a funny situation and that nothing more would come of it, after all, my husband was right below.
We continued to banter a bit. He had seen me smoke cigarettes but was dumbfounded that I was also a “stoner” as he put it. I joked about my near nakedness and was sorry that had to see so much of my skinny little body and I bent back down over the rail and wiggled my ass at him, something I definitely would not have done sober. He awkwardly said that he was “happy to see my skinny body”…uh…wrong words…”good body” …and fumbled around with some more words while I laughed hysterically.
In an attempt to try to finally say the right thing, he said what all men think is the ultimate compliment to a woman, “I’d… uh…DO you…”
I laughed harder.
“I’m way too skinny for you.”
In an attempt to prove me wrong (I guess) he came up behind me and playfully pretended like he was taking me from behind, rubbing the front of his suit against the back of mine while I was still bent over the balcony wall. I could tell by the way he was acting that he also had a Bloody Mary or two…or three. It was awkward but I played along because I still figured he meant nothing and it was extremely funny.
All of the sudden I felt it – his hard penis through his suit. He immediately knew that I felt it and he jumped back, completely embarrassed and apologized profusely. I laughed and told him not to worry about it. Still laughing I took the last hit of my joint and crushed it in the ashtray. I turned around, breasts still visible through my shirt, exhaled into his face and gave him my best demure smile and said in an extra sultry voice…and I can’t believe it to this day…”No Tiger, this is fun.”