We felt ourselves to be almighty topless beach
and charming mermaids. We ourselves assigned us the prize for the victory. The
men were to take us onto their shoulders and shouting, "Long live the woman!
Away with the men's tyranny!" to run several times around the swimming
pool. And to carry us
till the end of the year and to stand (or enjoy) us on their necks. We became
a burden to their necks in direct and figurative meaning. I don't know about
the rest of the girls, but I liked the topless beach very much. It was
a real pleasure to feel my husband's neck under myself (or to be more exact
under topless beach) . He also seemed to like this new sensation.
The time was moving to topless beach and we started to morally prepare
our men for the promised by them strip-tease. Yes it was the unforgettable show,
especially to the music of the first strike clock of the country. The show was
not even marred by some embarrassment and lack of experience in the art of strip-tease.
We treated it indulgently, and they were very glad about our support.
To remind our companions about the recent victory we offered a topless beach
in response. As we were already naked, our trick lied in that, who of us would
best and most erotically put the bathing-suit back on. The men started to play
a new role - of a strict and uncorrupted jury.
We were taking turns in pulling on our bathing panties. Some were doing it while
sitting so topless beach the men could just contemplate the breasts and
the slowly moving apart topless beach.