Today was my last day in paradise after nearly a week. I spent most of the time drinking mango margaritas at an outdoor bar with swings instead of stools, reading in a hammock next to the ocean, and laughing with a lovely group of people including two of my best friends. It probably goes without saying that I didn’t really want to come home.
I suggested to my two girlfriends that we should go topless sunbathing at the beach together. In my newfound, Sinful-Sunday-nurtured confidence, I was excited by the feeling of freedom and brazenness that I imagined I’d have. (Also, I knew they’d be shocked that I’d suggest it and one of my favorite things is to be unexpected around them).
“But you don’t even like being in the sun!” Said Friend A.
I have fair skin that burns easily and I don’t like being too hot so sunbathing is not something I enjoy per se. She knew this because she loves sunbathing and hot weather and we’ve often talked about our differing preferences.
“I know, but it’s not about that, it’s about the feeling of freedom and boldness,” I tried to explain.
“Ugh, no way!” Said Friend A. “You’ll feel free, I’ll feel exposed.”
With that, she illustrated the difference in each of our feelings about nudity. (Certainly more could be said about that but this is a Sinful Sunday post for one, and for another, I’ve been traveling all day so my brain can’t do any psychological analysis at the moment).
Friend A held fast to her stance, partly for comic effect, but also because she really wasn’t into it. Friend B agreed she’d do it because I wanted to, but wasn’t really interested herself. And in the end, it didn’t matter as our big beach excursion ended up including my friend’s extended family and while I would be happy to go topless in front of my best friend, I wasn’t going to do it in front of her father-in-law.
There wasnt much alone time for Sinful Sunday photos during the week. Finally, this morning, I managed to sneak down to the beach behind the house. On the corner of the property, behind a hedge, is a bench carved out of a giant piece of driftwood. I found that if I sat in the corner, I probably wouldn’t be seen from the bedroom windows of the house.
The photo was hastily taken but the warm morning sun and the ocean breeze on my breast was incredible. I’ve definitely added topless sunbathing to my bucket list.
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