Daisy stood at the edge of the sand and let her eyes roam the beach. She had a beach bag over one shoulder and a towel in her hand. The day before she had worn the towel so it covered her from above her breasts to mid thigh. Today she wore a new sarong that rode low on her hips and brushed the top of her feet as she walked. The side slit showed a flash of leg and bare thigh with each step she made.
Her head was held high and her shoulders were back, which lifted her breasts and pushed them out slightly. She felt sexy and beautiful for the first time in her life and it showed. With her dark sunshades on, she could watch people as she walked past and had been surprised at how many ran their eyes over her bare body. It made her tingle deep inside.
If John was on the beach, he had to be sitting in a lounge chair because he wasn't in sight. Daisy slipped off her sandals and bent at the waist to pick them up. She smiled as a shiver ran up her spine as she thought of doing that without the sarong. Her sex would be visible to anyone behind her. That thought made her inner muscles clinch up tightly.
As she walked across the sand toward the beach chairs she realized that walking in the soft warm sand made her hips swivel and sway more than normal. She hadn't noticed that the day before. She was noticing a lot of things that she hadn't noticed before, like the way her breasts swayed slightly as she walked.
Daisy reached the rows of chairs stretching both ways down the beach. The day before, she had grabbed the closest one but today she turned left and walked down that row checking out who was sitting where in the chairs and on the beach. Her confidence was high and it felt good.
She still didn't see John. His business must have taken him somewhere else.
*****
About halfway along the row of chairs, the couple on the blanket from the day before were sitting side by side. There were a lot more people in the chairs today than the day before. Daisy stopped at the chair next to the woman and asked, "Is this chair taken?"
She looked Daisy's way and shook her head. "No, it's just me and my husband."
As Daisy sat her bag down, she replied, "I saw you two yesterday. I loved the way your husband kept teasing you."
The woman took a little shivery breath but didn't reply. Daisy smiled as she saw the woman's back arch slightly, her breasts moving up and back as she remembered the feel of her husband's tongue on her right nipple. And in public at that.
"Connie is rather shy," her husband said with a smile. "I saw you watching but I didn't tell her until later last night."
Connie made a soft whimpering sound deep in her chest. This time her hips shifted under the towel covering them. "I... I didn't think anyone saw him... me... us."
Daisy spread her towel out on the lounge chair and undid the clip on her sarong. She held it closed as she said, "I've always loved to be naked but I have also been very shy about it. That is until a friend of mine pointed out that naked is natural. He has also helped me understand how people see me."
Connie blushed slightly and whispered, "I like people looking at me but it embarrasses me at the same time."
Daisy took the sarong off and shivered as the couple both looked at her bare, freshly shaven sex. She had removed all the hair during her morning bath. She had always shaved when Jim was alive so why shouldn't she now. She shivered again as she took a half step to the side to hang her sarong over the back of the chair.
Connie's husband licked his lips and said, "I've tried to get Connie to shave down there but trimming is as close as she's gotten."
Daisy took her time stepping across the wide chair and sitting down. It thrilled her to spread her legs this wide in public. It was the ultimate in showing herself off, she realized. Her stomach muscles and inner muscles clamped down tightly and stayed that way as she sat down. She left her feet in the sand as she leaned back.
Looking over at Connie, she whispered, "I love how sensitive it makes thing down there."
"I just don't want to look like a little girl," Connie said but her eyes were still on Daisy's smooth mound.
"Does she look like a little girl?" Connie's husband asked.
"Well... uh... no, but...." Connie replied softly.
"You are far from a little girl, hair or no hair," he said to his wife with a grin.
Connie sighed and nodded in agreement. "Ok then, I would feel even more naked without the hair."
Daisy giggled and whispered, "Tell me about it."
Connie looked at Daisy and started to say something but stopped and looked back at the ocean. Somehow Daisy had an idea what she was going to say or ask, the subject anyway. She leaned a little sideways as she moved her feet up on the lounge chair.
"Yes, it turns me on to have people look at me naked," she whispered softly.
Connie looked at her quickly and replied, "I thought I was weird or something."
With a chuckle, Daisy shook her head. "Far from it. I'm beginning to think that not getting turned on by someone looking at me would be weird. That might not be true for all people but it is for me."
Connie looked at Daisy for a long moment and then glanced at her husband. He smiled at her and said, "You don't need my permission."
She shivered and looked back at the ocean as she slowly pulled the towel over to the side. She whimpered softly as it slid off her hip baring the whole front of her body to the sun and anyone looking her way.
"This is only the second time I've ever done this," she whispered and then whimpered softly. "Yesterday was the first."
"I have an eight foot solid wood fence around my backyard," Daisy told her. "Until I came here, that was the only place I had ever been naked outside."
"What made you decide to come here?" Connie's husband asked.
"The same friend I was talking about earlier, told me to be more adventuresome and this is how I'm doing that."
"Adventuresome. I like that word," he replied as he reached over and laid his hand on his wife's arm.
"Adventure is for the young," she said softly. "Not for old, uh, older housewives."
Daisy smiled and shook her head. "I always saw myself that way, an old housewife, but that is changing as I learn my way and build my confidence and courage."
"You're not old and neither is Connie. She thinks it but I keep telling her not too."
"I'm forty, so I'm not young," Daisy said. "But you're right, I'm not old. The problem is making the mind believe it."
"Especially when there are mirrors around to constantly remind you," Connie said with a deep sigh.
Daisy giggled. "Try having your husband take some pictures of you out on the point at sunset. Silhouetted against that backdrop makes things standout and look outstanding."
Connie gave Daisy a startled look as her husband laughed. "That sounds like an excellent idea."
"Oh no, I'd break the camera at the very least," Connie protested.
Daisy sat up and looked Connie up and down. Her breasts were large and round but firm looking. Her nipples were long and slender and were hard enough for the skin under them to be crinkled. Her narrow waist made her hips look wider than they were and her large thighs just added to that illusion. The hair on her mound was trimmed short but it was still bushy and thick.
Leaning back, she shook her head. "There is nothing wrong with you that a little confidence wouldn't cure."
Connie smiled for the first time and shook her head. "Confidence is one thing I've always lacked. I wasn't even sure if I wanted to marry this old fart, way back when."
"My main problem was always being shy around other people besides my family," Daisy admitted.
