Originally posted by bc9913 >Won't be wearing that pareo to and from the beach through the Village anymore.
Come on, have some fun!
You're the one, among others, who is always trying to get me in trouble–it doesn't take much. I knew the white pareo was short, so I wore the yellow one about 1/2 the time. That one protects my bottom part modesty as long as the wind isn't blowing. But we know the wind is always blowing on Orient. I will see if I can find a picture of the wind blowing it up.
On the way toward Mt. Vernon, the wind blows it up so that my butt is bare for the trip. I don't much worry about pulling it down. Coming back the wind blows it up so that my femininity is constantly exposed. I remember one trip I would pull it down in the front. Wind would blow it up. I would pull it down. After about 20 minutes of tugging on the pareo, the knot gave way and no longer held the pareo together. I just took it off and did the rest of the walk naked. I figured if I saw a Gendarme at Pedro's I could quickly put it back on. This was about 9:30 or 10:00, and the beach was getting well populated.
The next morning we got an earlier start, and I considered doing the whole walk naked, but my husband said no, that I might get in trouble. So, I was a modest housewife for that walk. Actually, not very modest as I wore the yellow pareo again, and just didn't pull it down, but let it stay blown up the whole trip.
Found the yellow pareo pic. In this pic we are probably about 1/2 the way down the beach, probably at about the entrance to the Village. The wind is blowing from my left, and not directly toward me from the front, but you can see how much of me wasn't covered.
In none of those pictures on that trip am I holding my top. Surely I wouldn't have walked from our apartment, through the Village, to the beach topless? I may be brave, but I'm not that brave–at least I don't think I am.
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