Emma can’t decide whether to sunbathe topless!

‘I guess… I can just sunbathe topless now.’ Emma looks suddenly shy, as if she can’t quite believe it herself. ‘I mean, everybody’s already seen my tits… might as well get a proper tan. As long as you’re okay with it.’ She throws you an uncertain look.

You chuckle deep in your chest. ‘Emma, babe, if you want to show your tits off in public, for God’s sake don’t let me stop you.’

Emma goes slightly pink. ‘Oh, don’t say it like that. Are you sure no one will mind?’

You flick a finger behind you at the giant corrugated sign. The words NUDE BEACH are helpfully spelled out in five different languages, and just in case you still managed to miss it, the sign includes a pictogram of a naked man and woman waving in the corner. ‘I’d say it’s fine. Go on. Take your top off if you want to. It’s your body.’

Emma swallows once. ‘Right,’ she says, then… ‘that’s right. It is my body, and I’m sick of bloody tan lines.’ With a quick, decisive flick of her wrist, she pulls her bikini top loose, and the cups fall away.

You whistle, long and low, gazing appreciatively at your girlfriend’s tits. Emma blushes, but looks flattered. ‘Don’t stare like that!’

‘Boyfriend privileges,’ you retort, still enjoying the view. ‘Come on, tit-gazing has got to be among them.’

‘I’ll give you temporary tit-gazing privileges,’ Emma says, raising an arm over her nipples in warning. ‘But no longer than ten seconds, and even then you’re pushing your luck. I don’t want everyone to think they can just salivate over my breasts.’

You yawn, the sun beating down on your chest. ‘I’d say that’s a fair compromise.’

‘Okay.’ With a visible effort, Emma drops her arm and flips over on her sunlounger. ‘I guess… this is just the way things are now.’