In 1982 we knew we would be traveling to Australia to visit my wife, Jill’s, sister. She lives a ten minute walk to the beach and let my wife know it’s mostly topless and Jill should be prepared.
Friends told us about a gravel quarry where topless sunbathing happens at times so we planned to visit on the first nice weekend day. My thoughts were both excited and wondering how jealous I’d become. Jill had only been topless at her younger sister’s place and in front of her husband. Or so I was told at the time, more on that later.
Two months before our trip to see her sister In Australia the day arrived and we packed picnic supplies and a blanket. The site was spread out connected by trails and not a central beach area, Jill liked this arrangement and removed her top keeping her bikini bottoms on. But she was shy and as we heard others walking down the path she rolled onto her stomach hiding her breasts. She’s never liked her boobs as they were saggy but I never complained and love how they move.