Breastimonial: Free The Girls
I experienced my first topless beach at the age of 19, in sunny southern Spain. The men wore speedos and the women wore skimpy bikini bottoms and nothing else. Just naked boobies as far as the eye could see.
My girlfriends and I were shocked to witness entire families on the beach, with little kids running around playing. While their moms and grandmothers sat in chairs, handing out snacks, smoking cigarettes, and sunning themselves topless. Despite the fact that we felt way over-dressed in our string bikinis, we kept our tops on. None of us were brave enough to be the first to free our girls.
Each secretly afraid that our breasts would be judged by the other girls.
What surprised me the most was my own embarrassment. I grew up at the beach. I spent most of my life dressed in nothing but a bikini and a pair of sunglasses. I even used to surf at Blacks Beach, San Diego’s famous nude beach.
But I always wore my bathing suit while surfing at Blacks because surfing naked isn’t as fun as it sounds. Surf boards are covered in a thick sticky wax to stop surfers from slipping off their wet boards when they stand up. Visualize lying down on your stomach naked. Think of all the different body parts that will rub up against the coarse sandpaper like surface of the board, and all of the tiny hairs that will stick to the wax. Then imagine what happens the second you jump up for a wave.
I've been told it’s the same sensation as covering your entire groin, stomach and chest area with duct tape and then quickly ripping it off.
So while I was used to riding waves and looking at people frolicking naked on the beach, I was absolutely not prepared to join them. This act of prudishness bothered me. The next time I went backpacking across Europe, I was 21 and traveling alone. This time I was determined to sit on a beach in Spain and bare my breasts. Just like the local girls, who acted so cool, confident and calm in their toplessness. That’s the thing with topless beaches. No one actually cares. European men don’t sit there and gawk, or start trying to titty-twist every pair of nipples they see.
The women with big boobs don’t point and laugh at the women with small breasts and no one cares about the size or color of your nipples. Something I was very worried about because I’ve always felt like I have giant nipples. Everyone just acts so normal and blase about it. This gave me the confidence to slowly untie the knot on my bikini top and let my heavy jugs spill out.
Freedom! For the first time in my life I was sitting in public, during the middle of the day with my tits out.
I couldn’t help but succumb to nervous laughter. Like I was being naughty and kept expecting someone to come punish me for it. But no one cared or even noticed me and my giant nipples swinging free.
The warm sun and cool breeze on my naked breasts was invigorating and intoxicating at the same time. I’d never felt so liberated in my entire life. I laid on my towel and read topless. Then I got up and went for a walk up and down the beach topless with my head held high. Proud that I was finally unashamed of my big nipples and less than perky large breasts.
Ya I got nipples like headlights that face south… So what? They’re mine and they’re beautiful.
The best part was swimming topless. There is no greater feeling in this world for a big tittied woman than having the experience of her hefty mounds floating weightless in the sea.
Boobies just bobbing up and down at the surface like bathtub rubber duckies.
To look down and see that gravity has no effect on your substantial melons, as though you’re Barbarella drifting around naked in space, is the absolute tits… pardon the expression. I stayed all day, playing topless in the waves. It was by far one of the best beach days I’d ever had.
When it was time to strap my girls back into their triangular prisons, I could hear their angry moans of protest.
I was sorry too. Once you’ve freed the girls, going back to normal is depressing. Boobs should be free all the time. What’s the big deal? If we can see guys' nipples all day long, why can’t we see lovely lady nips too?
I did learn one valuable lesson that day, though. If you’re going to play in the sun naked, be sure to put extra sunscreen on those sensitive parts that don’t usually see the light of day. Sunburned areolas are no fun.
“Love knockers and ready to bury your face in some?”