I want to share an experience I had a few years ago with my husband, Dave, on a long-week-end trip to Kansas City. We were staying at a motel near downtown that isn’t overly posh, but it’s a convenient location, not too expensive, and has a great outdoor pool. We decided to spend Saturday afternoon by the pool catching some rays and generally relaxing. Usually there aren’t too many people around and hardly ever many children so it’s a peaceful and quiet spot to swim, sun and have a drink or two. Because of this, I feel comfortable wearing one of my more revealing two-piece swim suits. Not that it’s all that daring, it’s not a thong, but it does have two small triangles for a top and shows more than I’m usually comfortable in around people I don’t know.

We went out to the pool right after lunch and there were just two couples sunning and enjoying the relative solitude. So, we had fun splashing around a little and then planting ourselves on two lounge chairs that had great sun all day and a great view out over the old Municipal Airport and the Missouri River.

After an hour or so a whole bunch of young guys came out to the pool and started having a good time swimming and sunning too. We figured out quickly these were new enlistees for the U.S. Army and were billeted at the motel overnight before shipping out for basic training at Fort Campbell Sunday morning. At least one of them had to be 21 years old, since they had at least a case of beer in a couple of Styrofoam coolers and were wasting no time putting it down. The two other couples were clearly not pleased with the boisterous group of beer drinkers. After 15-20 minutes the older couples packed up their things and left.

Now I was the only woman with an audience of 15-20 young, and most likely Horny guys looking forward to spartan barracks living and dealing with gruff drill sergeants 24/7.

The more they drank, the more their eyes were riveted on my every move, especially when I’d change position or get in or out of the pool. Geez, I was old enough to be their mother, but since I was the only woman present, I became the object of their incessant ogling. But I have to admit there’s still something flattering and maybe a bit arousing about gaining the attention of 20 young handsome men. When I unhooked my top to sun my back, they were busy elbowing each other to be sure no one would miss an opportunity in case I forgot it was undone and sat up. I almost expected one of them to “water-balloon” me any minute.

I was as pretty self-conscious at first and made sure I straightened out the bottom of my suit before I got out of the pool, and I was very careful not to let my “unhooked” top get away from me. I was getting kind of tired of having to be so careful, so I asked Dave jokingly, “do you think they’d quit their ‘leering’ if I just showed them my tits and got it over with?”

Dave tried to play it cool and replied that “It might, or it could just encourage them to want more than you’re willing to provide.” Then I thought more about these poor young guys, and what they’d be doing for the next four years of service to us all. It gave me a much more sympathetic view of their situation including their prurient interest in my body. After all it wasn’t just a one-sided transaction, I was certainly enjoying their attention, and my body parts they were admiring were responding in-kind. So, I figured we might as well all have some fun here. I’ll never see them again.

First I left my top unhooked and untied the halter around my neck too. So, when I raised up to talk to Dave and take a sip of my drink, my much less than pendulous (36A) breasts came out of my top entirely. This got a lot of eyes looking in my direction, so I stayed like that for a maybe five or ten minutes while I nursed my drink. I could feel my nipples respond even more to the breeze now on them, as well as the rapt attention of 20 Horny young men.

A hotel staffer came out to check the pool chemistry, so I hooked my top back up, tied the halter around my neck and sat up in my chair. I could see the disappointment in the guys faces, so I again untied the neck halter again and just let the ties fall and pull the soft triangles down to barely cover my nipples. Dave snorted while rolling his eyes with a “you’ve got to be kidding,” look on his face.

So, I tried to appeal to his patriotism by telling him these poor guys were off to boot camp and wouldn’t be having much fun for quite a while, so why not make their day and give them something to remember. “No need to explain,” he groaned with just a hint of a smile, “it’s just cruel to get them all worked up, and continue to just tease them,” he said.

“Go get us another drink,” I said. As he headed to the bar I couldn’t tell if he was just tempting me to do something for these guys, or if he was just wanting to see how far I would go. I went back into the pool to think about it.

As he was coming back to the pool with drinks, I was getting out of the water with at least a dozen pairs of eyes on my every move. And as I climbed up the ladder at the end of the pool, I made sure that my suit bottom had somehow managed to work its way down to show the top four or five inches of my butt-crack along with lots of tan-line. At the top of the ladder I coyly pulled the suit back into position as I turned my head to see what reactions I was getting from my admirers.

I’m sure they were a little bit embarrassed to be caught looking and quickly looked in any which direction but mine. I smiled even more at Dave as I went over to get my drink and sit back down. “Well, did that make you even half as happy as it seemed to make them?” I asked.

“I hope you didn’t do that for just for me, this has to be fun for you to be fun for me,” he came back and meant every word. I could tell he was serious, so I got really serious too. I pretty much confessed that I did enjoy showing off for those guys. “There’s a little exhibitionist in everyone,” were my exact words. But I went on to say that “I was still a little self-conscious about it, but it felt better if I could pretend to that it was for also for your benefit.”

“Enough of this philosophical stuff,” Dave finally said, “I just want to enjoy some fun in the sun.”

So, I laid down, back-side up and very casually unhooked my top again as all those eyes focused on me again. After a half-hour the guys had lost interest again, but I was getting thirsty again and I raised up on my elbows to take a drink, a long tall drink. That instantly got every one of them looking in my direction to see that I’d raised out of my top enough this time for them to get a peek at my bare breasts right down to the nipples. I took several sips of my drink, taking my time and teasing them for all it was worth. Then I put my glass down and laid back down to an almost audible sigh from my audience.

It was getting later in the afternoon, and we were about ready to call it a day and the guys had gotten out of the pool and were drinking the last of their beer. It looked as if they had about given up on the prospect of another “show.” I rolled to my side, sat up and moved to straddle the chair. I reached for my tee-shirt, while leaving my bikini top there on the chair. So here I was sitting completely topless facing these soon-to-be new soldiers for the time it took to fumble with my tee-shirt before putting it on. I don’t think they were ready for that and some probably missed it all together. But as we walked past them to go back to our room, I got lots of smiles and even a few salutes from my new best friends.

Back in our room, Dave asked what had gotten into me that I was so uninhibited down there. I told him I really thought about these “kids” going into the service to do who knows all what, and if I could make their last day before basic training a little more fun, so be it. He sure couldn’t argue with that.