bikini babes

Sorry about the belated posting... crazy week.

It was fucking hot as hell here in our city all Labor Day weekend. Belinda and I spent some time down the coast and at a couple of beaches. We also spent some time at home, hanging out in the city. When it's hot, the women here in this city wear next to nothing. I don't blame them, I can imagine that wearing a bra with the sun beating down at you is uncomfortable. I've been known to forego what are normally essential clothing items for me for the sake of keeping certain body parts as cool as can be.

All weekend Belinda teased me:

"Whoa! Grumpy, look at the knockers on that one in the white bikini."
"Oh Grumpy! There's your girlfriend on the boogie board. Look
at her boobies."
"Check out the fine ass on that one!"
"Get a load of HER!"

I fully admit that I notice these types of things. I mean if they're going to show it off, I'm going to look at it. But when I'm with Belinda I try to be low-key about it. I don't do the exorcist head snapping thing or the tongue hanging out thing. I need to show my woman some respect. And honestly, Belinda has got it going on herself, but that is another post.

But we men are programmed to notice bare skin, bouncing boobs, jiggling this and that. And, if we do notice and look at such things it doesn't mean we're going to dump our current girlfriend/fiancée/wife and run off with the next pair of THOs we see in the street. Sure everyone likes a good pair of THOs but it's like art, nice to look at, but it would probably clash with the wallpaper.

So on Sunday morning, Belinda had just woke up and asked me what we were going to do with our day, and to give some of the teasing back I said, "Oh, I thought I'd just stay in and watch all the girls sunning themselves in the park across the street." She looks at me blankly, says nothing, not a word, and walks away.

Maybe I shouldn't tease her until she's had her morning coffee or something...