Sapphire blue, cloudless sky

The sun is a golden, burning orb.

Sounds of birdsong and trickling water.

Hot Hot Hot.

The pool was high above the apartment complex, offering a spectacular view of the countryside and the ocean below.

Like most days, I was the sole occupant of this fabulous spot. Most preferred the lower pool with its bar, restaurant, and music.

I was not one of them

I basked in the sunshine and solitude.

I had swum my morning lengths and lay on my lounger, soaking up the rays. My wet bikini irritated me as it always did. I sat up and looked around.

Not a soul to be seen, just the cooing of the doves. The nearest apartment had a balcony on the other side. The pool was not overlooked.

In that instance, I decided. I had once compiled a Dare to Do, DTD List, no bucket list for me! I had never acted on it. No more modesty. For the first time, I removed my damp, uncomfortable top and freed my curvaceous breasts. It felt wonderful, exhilarating.

I smiled rather ruefully at the white skin that had never been exposed before. It gleamed against the golden brown of my abdomen. I was determined that my breasts would be golden very soon. I massaged them slowly and carefully with sunscreen, then, adjusting my cushions, I lay back enjoying the warmth caressing my nipples and breasts.

I couldn’t explain the feeling of total freedom and wanton pleasure I felt.

My breasts were on display for anyone to see. Despite the warmth of the sun, I felt my nipples harden and tingle.

The damp panties of my bikini seemed to whisper to me that they also needed to be removed.

Should I?

Could I?

I stood up and looked around, no one. I stepped out of the damp clothing and stood in the warmth of the sun, totally naked. Like my breasts, I was white. This time a white triangle which had covered my shaven pussy.

I felt liberated and horny as hell. My partner had driven to the harbour to a taverna which sold the local wine, which I loved.

Oh, how he would have loved this.

How many times has he said I should go topless, that my breasts were too good not to share?

This afternoon, when he returned, I would tell him what he had missed.

I left my bikini over the sunbed and lowered myself into the pool. The feeling of the water lapping against my skin was intoxicating and erotic. I lay on my back, face upwards to the sun positioned like a snow angel.

What a brazen hussy, and I loved it.

My eyes opened as I was aware of a shadow.

I was no longer alone.