It was a nice warm day in September, and I wanted to take advantage of some time off and enjoy the sun, so I decided to head out to Strathcona Science Park, an area I tan regularly in my thongs. When I arrived in the usual area of the park that I often tan at, a gentleman was at a picnic table with a drone. He seemed nice and not too creepy, but I don't really want my naked butt or any activities to appear on the news, so I decided to drive back to a different area of the park, closer to the old abandoned buildings. After parking in the lot, I grabbed my large blanket, my bottle of Hawaiian Tropic Oil, and a couple suits to decide which one to slip into, and locked up the car. I walked to a clearing that was still well within view of the parking lot loop, and laid down my towel.
I decided that I would not expose everything at once, and start with a skimpy bikini suit, a bright orange Rainbow bikini brief from Pistol Pete that I had bought earlier this summer. The suit is about a 3/4" waistband with a Rio back. Under my shorts, I had been wearing a pair of bright pink boy short underwear, which often can be worn as a swimsuit, but I wanted more of a tan today. I discretely slipped off the pink shorts and into this orange suit while sitting on the blanket, then laid out on my stomach to enjoy what I was hoping would not be the last day of summer. I relaxed the entire time as a gentleman watched me from his car. I rubbed some sunscreen on my back and enjoyed the rays, watching him eventually get out of his car and go for a walk around the path, until he got closer to me. He left the path and started to walk towards me. I stayed on my front, until he came over to me.
"I couldn't help seeing you out here enjoying the sunshine. I was getting jealous of you," he said to me.
"It is beautiful, and probably not many of these left," I replied.
"I'm not disturbing your quiet time, am I?" he asked. "Do you mind if I just stand here a couple of minutes and enjoy the temperatures?"
"Of course not," I said, as I rolled over onto my side to expose most of my front, "my blanket is big enough that you could even join me on the ground, and catch some sunshine yourself."
He sat down on the blanket, as I rolled over completely onto my back, giving him a great view of the front of my suit.
We talked for a while about the sun, and about sun tanning in the park here. He commented about my suit, and how much he liked the colour and the brief cut of it. By this time, he had removed his shirt, and was lying on his back beside me, wearing his cargo shorts down to his knees.
"I like it, as I can wear it most places and not offend too many people since it still has most of a backside on it. If I can find a quieter place in the park here, I usually tan in less. But today, there is a guy up there with a drone, and I think a camera."
"How can you get much less than that suit?" he quipped.
I reached into the pocket of my shorts that I originally had on, and pulled out a red Gregg Homme Charged thong. I held it up by each side of the waistband, first showing the small front pouch, and then the thong back. "Do you want to see how much smaller?" I joked as I was feeling very flirty.
"Would I ever," he replied. I stood up, dropped the thong to the ground, and checked around to make sure that no one else was watching us. While standing up, I slipped my fingers under the waistband of my bikini, and slowly pulled it down over my package and then down my thighs, leaving myself standing in the middle of a park, completely nude. I let him look at my smooth package for a moment, and then reached down and grabbed my thong, stepped into it, and slid it up my legs, adjusting my package into the small pouch as I completely pulled it up into place. "So how's that for smaller?" as I twirled before lying down on my back.
After lying down, I sprayed some more suntan oil on the newly exposed areas.
"That is tiny," he said. "It doesn't cover a lot."
"I'm not huge, but that was mean to say about my size," I joked. "At least compliment me on having the balls to show off my balls."
"I didn't mean that," he stammered. "You look great. I think you are a perfect size."
We laid out for a few minutes, with him enjoying the view. Finally I said, "You just look over dressed beside me in those long shorts. You should slip into my orange swimsuit and really start on getting your tan."
"I couldn't do that. It's way too skimpy for me. I wouldn't feel comfortable."
"Come on, it's probably only a little bit smaller than the tighty whities that you probably have on under those shorts. Anyways, with me lying beside you in this little number, I would get in trouble first."
"I'm not sure if I could. It's so small. Not as small as the one you are wearing now, but much smaller than I am used to."
"Didn't you ever wear Speedos when you were a kid?" I asked. "You seem just a little older than me, and I had to wear those in gym class when I was little."
With some urging, I finally got him to agree. He sat down and quickly pulled down his shorts and underwear, and I passed him my orange swimsuit. He quickly pulled it up over his large package, which must have been 7 or 8 inches soft. I grabbed his shorts and laid them on the other side of the blanket, so he could not quickly grab them to cover up. He laid on his stomach on the blanket, and I adjusted the back of his suit, in order to cover half of his butt, just like they are supposed to cover.
"Now that looks wonderful on you. I am surprised it fits over a big piece of equipment like you have. Can I put some sunscreen on you before you burn?" I rubbed suntan oil over his back, and then we laid out with him on his stomach and me on my back for almost 15 minutes. I reached over every once in a while, just to play with the strap on his leg. "We should turn over now, before we get uneven tans," I said.
