Story time.
Once when I was much younger I was with a group of other young men and women at a beach in Florida. We had all gone together as part of a group outing, with no particular pairings in mind. We had footballs and Frisbees™ and other beach toys and paraphernalia, and some people were simply sunning or drinking and resting.
One lovely young woman and I started tossing a Frisbee. She was a gorgeous honey blonde, very athletic, but also very well proportioned, and she was wearing a knockout bikini. It was very difficult to watch her move and not watch specific parts of her move. I noticed especially when she would leap to catch a toss over her head, because at those times she would not have her eyes on me.
I got the idea that because her upper body was, let’s say, “challenging the confines” of the bikini top, that if I got something to add to the challenge, then it might be overcome. In other words, I wanted to see her pop out of that thing. So I maneuvered my tosses to be closer and closer to the water, until she was catching my tosses in water about up to her knees, and facing the beach instead of facing the water. The waves rolled in behind her, but they weren’t big or dangerous.
At a particularly opportune time, I made a toss in which all of the forces aligned: she had to leap upwards and backwards, and a larger than usual wave hit her from behind as she was coming down, and she landed in the wave as it crashed over her shoulders. It had the desired effect, and those puppies – those wonderful, beautiful, playful puppies – popped free of her top. And I couldn’t look.
I was forced by some innate vestige of chivalry (I know, I know. Me, chivalrous? Who knew? Where did that ever come from?) to turn away in modesty while she quickly stuffed them back in her top. We quit playing and she lay in the sun for awhile to dry off.
I got my reward a week later, and she confessed to me in bed that her aim had been exactly the same as mine, and part of the reason for the reward was – that I had been so decent about my reaction.
It only sounds like a fairy tale. You really had to be there. But I’m glad you weren’t.