I left college at 18 with high grades but I was determined to reach my full potential and continued with part time studies for some years. However, my first job offered very little support so I applied for a new job just after I was married at 19 years of age. I shared a lift with Mike, the head of my department, he was in his early forties, married and I quickly gained much respect for him, not only as my boss but also my friend and mentor. It was he who mostly encouraged and I quickly obtained my first promotion, if only to match my qualifications. Then just after six months I was offered a two-week course in Scotland that suggested further promotion to the dismay of some while others congratulated. Perhaps not yet qualified for the position but I was ambitious and seized the opportunity with both hands. My husband was always supportive and raised no objections but I failed to tell him that I would be travelling with Mike, not that I had any such designs but thought it best not to cast any doubts. We always enjoyed good conversation and I was fascinated whenever Mike told me about the tales of when both he and his wife were keen naturists before they started a family. But now, with many late nights and lots to drink back at the hotel, I was surprised when he began to relate to other such stories until I questioned how he felt that other men had seen his wife nude? He smiled when he answered that he always encouraged her. I wasn’t that naïve to the ways of the world and was aware that some men held such fantasies. I’d met his wife and found that she was still a very attractive woman but couldn’t quite believe that she was the exhibitionist that Mike now claimed. But Mike explained that it always gave them both a thrill and a wonderful prelude to sex. “I could never imagine my husband allowing me to go topless on the beach, let alone encourage me to be seen naked”. “How can you be sure?” argued Mike. I was still only 19 years of age, just married but although I had known my husband for almost four years, I had to concede, that I couldn’t be sure. “Would you, if your husband encouraged you?” After some thought, “Yeah, I would be okay sunbathing topless on the beach”. “Do you think it would give you a thrill?” I smiled, “Maybe” but I think my eyes answered his question. “Just how far would you be prepared to go? If your husband gave you the same encouragement as I did my wife?” I looked away in embarrassment but as I lay in bed that night I wondered at what Mike had told me and began questioning my own thoughts? I could well imagine the thrill of being topless on a crowded beach, excited at the thought of strolling naked on a nudist beach in the south of France. My fantasies began to drift from one scene to the next and as my fingers began to explore, my thoughts allowed some vivid imagination. But could I ever allow myself to be the object of another man’s lust? Could I exhibit myself to an audience of men just to satisfy my husband’s desires? Could I possible give way to my own inhibitions? I held on to these thoughts for the next few days but hoped that I would be spared further embarrassment from Mike’s revelations. However, the following Sunday we planned a sightseeing trip together and with the mood relaxed Mike asked if I had thought any more about his question? I knew exactly what he meant but pretended otherwise. We both knew it was a lie and Mike asked would I like to be encouraged? Again I tried to avoid giving him a direct answer, didn’t think my husband would ever allow. I was totally shocked when Mike said, “I didn’t ask that question. I asked, would you like to be encouraged?” I just didn’t know how to answer, what was he suggesting? Then Mike asked reassuringly, “Would you like to be encouraged?” He didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, he suggested that I wouldn’t get a better opportunity being so far away from home. I could set my own limits, it need not be anything outrageous, just a subtle introduction to see if I felt excited. He explained that I was bound to feel nervous but the choice would be mine to see how far I would go. He wouldn’t dream of making any suggestions the choice would be entirely mine. There was a pause as if expecting an answer but then taking my hand he told me that he was only there to encourage me if I really wanted. For the next couple of evenings Mike offered even more encouragement until I was surprised to find myself actually considering Mike’s proposal, could I possible accept his dare? Even just the thought began to excite me until I realised that Mike was right, I only need to test myself. I wanted to discover if these fantasies would thrill – I needed to know! After much to drink I finally agreed. Once the decision was taken I needed only to set my limit and I considered several options. That following evening I felt so nervous as I dressed in front of the mirror yet excited by my own nudity. I chose a knee length skirt, only had the one option of wearing tights but this was just my introduction and I found just the blouse. It needed a bra, in silhouette I could see my breasts clearly through the thin material, my nipples bold from my excitement. With a low neckline and just three buttons, from a sideways glance in the mirror I could see much of my bare breast where I should have seen my bra. Then a knock at the door, one final look in the mirror before I put on my jacket and I answered to Mike. Although my jacket covered well I think Mike knew I was prepared to play the game but the test was yet to come. There was no pretence while we dined and Mike asked if I was excited? It must have showed that I didn’t need to answer. “Would you like to take off your jacket?” “Later”. He just smiled, leaving me to pace the game, I thought – my moment of truth was planned for much later. However, Mike could be very persuasive and kept encouraging, reassuring as he gestured to an almost empty room. Just a short walk through the foyer, passing the front desk before reaching the lounge but it felt a long mile as we passed several people along the way. I waited patiently with Mike to be served at the bar but a glance to the mirror confirmed my suspicions. My breasts, almost naked to the eye, nipples erect but I looked about the room as if in complete innocence surprised at my own outward calmness but shaking inside – thankful that I had already drunk much wine. When we reached our destination, an alcove offering some discretion away from the crowd I felt I wanted to scream with excitement. Such was the thrill, I’d taken the step, not just because several men had a good view of my breasts but more, because it had been planned. Mike enjoyed my enthusiasm as I recounted my thrills then I feigned total shock as a small company of men sat just opposite but after some friendly introduction I enjoyed my audience with these men. We introduced ourselves as we really were, so naïve I hadn’t realised that they had already made up their minds of my relationship to Mike. As the evening moved on the more bold I became adjusting to each pose but it was only until I got back to my room that I could confirm to myself what these men might have seen. With much excitement I began practising in front of the mirror, sat back in my seat with my breasts thrust forward I could see my nipples pressing hard against the thin material. Turning sideways, leaning forward, sitting back, each movement exposing bare breasts. My finale, I stood up from my chair then leaning forward as I did in the hotel lounge on a visit to the ladies. I had timed it well, when one of the gentlemen offered to buy us some drinks he hovered over our table so that when I got up to leave my blouse fell away to completely expose my breasts. He gave me a smile. While I lay in bed that night I realised that these men must have known the truth, I guessed that’s why they chose to sit where they did but it just added to my thrill. Tomorrow was to be our last evening, home Friday, so I planned to skip lunch at work and go shopping instead.