I have always felt that it is unfair that men can go topless on a hot summer day, and women can’t. How weird is that? Well, I’m a woman, and I always wanted to know what it feels like to go topless, to feel the wind on your chest, to get an all-over tan. And, I have a distinct advantage: Small boobs. I’m not quite flat-chested, but close. And, that’s never bothered me, and certainly hasn’t hurt my sex life. Several guys and girls I have been with say they find my little pancakes with a mint on top absolutely attractive. OK, I’ll go with that:) My current girlfriend has large, pendulous breasts, and I love that. Go figure.
Over weeks, months really, I hatched a plan. I patiently waited until today, the first hot summer day in Buffalo, New York, 87 miles from where I live. I had cut my somewhat unruly hair short two weeks ago. It was short for a girl, but would be considered just a bit longer than typical for a guy. In fact, my hair kind of looked all crazy, like Einstein, but not gray. Being part-Asian, my hair is black.
Yesterday, I bought some men’s shorts, and a very masculine T-shirt with a beer commercial on front. I got some men’s shoes, and some of those athletic socks they wear, which us women seldom wear. Finally, I needed a new bike helmet. Pink would be a dead give-away, so I found a black one at a thrift store for $4.
I changed into my new clothes, leaving my ridiculous bra off. I call it ridiculous because I’ve never needed it. My small breasts do not sag. I just wear a bra because that’s what we girls do. But not today.
I left the hotel room dressed as a guy, unloaded my bike, checked the air pressure in the tires, and got on. I started to ride through the neighborhood, and soon I was downtown. It was hot, and I was already sweating pretty well. So, being the guy that I was today, I took off my T-shirt and tucked it into my handlebar pack. No one looked up. After all, I really looked like a guy, maybe just a guy who is kind of pudgy on top. The cars just kept passing by. The pedestrians were all business-as-usual. But was I nervous? Hell yes!
I started to ride, and for the first time in my adult life, I felt the wind whistling gently past my chest, my whole chest, as I rode along. I felt the sun beating down on my back. It all felt so beautiful, my eyes teared up. But, guys don’t cry, so I held it back, and kept riding through temporarily bleary eyes.
All in all, I rode five miles through the streets of downtown Buffalo. I kept looking for recognition. Oh, I knew no one would recognize me. Plus, just to be sure, I was wearing my helmet and sunglasses. That’s why I came to a place 87 miles away. But I was waiting for someone to say, “Hey, she’s a girl, and she’s topless!” It never happened. Everyone mistook me for a guy.
I figured my back had received as much sun as was good, so it was time to go back to the hotel room. Now I can’t explain why that experiment made me so horny. Perhaps it was feeling the fresh air on my body. Perhaps it was being almost naked in public. But the minute I got in the door, I threw off my helmet, shoes, socks and shorts, and my hands were all over my nipples and clit. I orgasmed in seconds, and then several more times during the next half hour.
I don’t know if I’ll ever do the experiment again, but maybe. Maybe I’ll even go a step further – totally nude. I might like to try a nude beach someday. For that, I won’t have to disguise myself at all. Hmmm. Interesting.
I want my hair to grow back. The whole thing feels kind of embarrassing now, and my hair is a reminder. When people ask about my short hair, I won’t tell them about the experiment. Instead, I’ll just say I wanted to try a low-maintenance cut. This evening, my girlfriend wanted to know where I was today. When reluctantly I told her what I had done, she started licking my vagina with remarkable vigor and I came several times.