PublicNudity/a white bikini with a strapless top
Your white bikini, the first "daring" bikini you got a few years ago that you've used on most family trips to the beach.
First you grab the bottoms and step into them, happily finding that they fit you just the same as when you last wore them. Next you grab your top and slide it on over your head and adjust it until it's straightened out only to find it a little more snug then you remember. The last time you wore this was a year ago, and since then you've gone up a cup size resulting in your top acting like a push up bra and giving you ample cleavage.
You decided to test how well the old bikini holds up and give a few quick hops. With each hop your boobs bounce up and down in an eyecatching manner, and after your third hop part of areolae can be seen peeking out.
With a smile and a nod you fix your top and put on your sandals as you leave the room. You consider grabbing a towel as you pass the linen closet but choose not to as you think of the sweltering heat. Once downstairs you make sure the front door is locked before heading of the back of the house and exit through the back door, making sure to leave it unlocked as you close it. From there you head through the fence gate alongside your house, again making sure to leave it unlocked. Perks of a safe neighborhood.
The walk to the pool as more uneventful then you would have liked. It was still early on a (exceptionally hot) summer morning and you rose up earlier than usual out of excitement for what you had planned for today, so most of the neighborhood was in that fuzzy state where those who worked had already left while those who didn't were still asleep. You were starting to wonder if anyone would be at the pool yet.
Those thoughts were dashed, however, as you approached the community pool and heard a splash up ahead. You look thought the fence bars as you walk by and sure enough there were already a surprising amount of people in the pool. A few girls younger than you are playing together in the shallow end, the neighborhood boys you were friends with, their "big sister" so to speak, are near the middle, a couple of teenage boys you probably went to school with are in the deep end, and a number of parents who're either relaxing in the deck chairs or casually swimming at the edges of the pool idly chatting away.
Happy to have an audience, you make your way to the entrance with a slight skip in your step, wave at the young man on duty to let you in, and head inside.
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