u/Huge_Winter3864

This happened at the end of last year. I really wanted to go to the beach, but no one wanted to go with me, even though we live quite close, so I decided to go alone.

There was a bit of a "please" feeling, but I really wanted to feel the water on my skin, so I went into the sea and had some fun. Several times the waves knocked me down and dragged me out, but I just got back up and continued swimming at the beach.

Until one time, I noticed the bottom of my bikini slipping down my legs so fast that I couldn't do anything. When I tried to get up, I realized I didn't have the top on either.

All I had at that moment was my cell phone and a small cloth bag where I had put it. I called my sister for help, but she was far away and told me to find someone else or somewhere to hide until the afternoon. But I couldn't ask anyone for help in that state.

To make matters worse, I heard a group of people approaching, almost all of them quite young men. I remembered my father's advice to cover my face because all breasts look alike, and I lay down on the ground with my hands over my face. Those guys couldn't believe it; they walked very slowly past me, and I even heard them talking amongst themselves about whether they thought I'd let them touch me if they asked. One of them said I was probably one of the nudists from the other nearby beach, and they calmed down and kept walking.

I knew that beach they were talking about had been used for nudist events before, so I thought the best thing I could do was get as close as possible... After all, if I'm a nudist and they still stare at me, then the pervert is the person staring, not me for being naked in public, hahaha.

It was really interesting to see how the men I passed on the way seemed to devour me with their eyes, but when I smiled at them and asked if I was going in the right direction for the nudist beach, they seemed to lose all interest.

The cutest thing was that, as we were getting close to the beach, there were two guys with a ball, and one of them was completely mesmerized by my breasts, to the point that I had to tell the other one not to stare so intently. He took off his shirt, ran over to me, and gave it to me. He was the only one who didn't believe I was a nudist and that something had happened to my bikini. When my sister arrived, she gave me some clothes, and since the guys were still playing ball nearby, I gave him back his shirt.

Actually, it was all my 19-year-old sister's fault. She'd been living with me in the US for about a year, and since I paid almost all the expenses, she had quite a bit of extra money to go to bars.

She made a group of friends, and they met the owner of a bar they started frequenting and became friends with. My sister used to pay the tab for her friends who weren't doing so well financially, and little by little, the bar owner let them have some the debt because they would always come back and pay anyway.

But little by little, the debt kept getting bigger. I went out with them one night to that bar, my sister drank quite a bit, and her tab reached $3,000 (not just for that day obviously). The owner was super nice, explaining that he couldn't keep up with a debt like that and that she had to pay. She could pay, but she had a trip that month and didn't want to, and since she'd already drunk a lot, she had a bit of a crash.

My sister was desperate. She offered the owner all sorts of things. she'd give him a blowjob, dance naked in the bar, go upstairs and have sex with him until he considered the debt paid. She even tried to undress, but he stopped her and said he only wanted the money and that she could pay later.

But my sister said no and pointed at me, asking if he'd do any of that with me instead of the money. The guy froze, and so did I, until he said that if she let him touch my breasts, he'd let her pay over several months.

I said yes. I didn't even think about anything other than how embarrassed I was that my sister was about to get naked and dance for a debt she could easily pay. I said yes just so I could get myself and my sister out of there.

We went to the bathroom and locked the door. he put both hands on my breasts and squeezed them a little. I think it was no big deal at first until I saw her face literally drooling over them. He noticed how scared I was to see him so aroused by my breasts and tried to calm me down, but he didn't want to let go either, so he just started begging me to help him a little longer and he'd forget the debt.

He guided my arm to his cock and I said, Okay, let's make this quick so I can get out of here

I started masturbating while he touched my breasts, and it wasn't long before he cum all over my hand. The guy tried to say something to me, but he couldn't even speak, and I just told him it was settled then and left.

As we left, I grabbed my sister and put my hand, covered in semen, on her face, and that disgusting, perverted, crazy slut started licking it because she's disgusting.

My sister loves this story because her friend became obsessed with me and let her take whatever she wanted from the bar, hoping I'd pay him back the same way (it never happened).

I hate this story because my dumb sister turned out to be even dumbier than I ever thought possible.

If you read my other post, I know this decision is going to sound like complete idiocy, and you're probably right, but I can't let go of what happened and what I did.

I try to come to my senses every night, but I always end up surrounded by the memories of my son and his friends passing around me while they kiss me and play with my breasts. I was simply going crazy to the point of having to confess what I did to my sister so I would have someone to talk to about it.

She's a disgusting pervert and reacted exactly as I thought she would, but I still think she has a point with what she said. I had drunk quite a bit, and I have a long history of drinking and then doing crazy things that I often don't even remember.

I've felt so guilty for feeling like I enjoyed what happened, but my sister is right that maybe I just drank too much, that's all. So I decided to put myself in a similar situation again, but without alcohol. If I don't feel like doing that crazy thing again, then I'll just go with the flow and there's nothing wrong with me.

If not, and I end up kissing all of them again, I'll have to start accepting this terrible side of myself. Anyway, I won't know if I don't try.

I told my son to invite his friends over... the same ones as last time, for tomorrow afternoon, and I'm trying to muster the courage to face the reality of this part of me, whatever it may be.

That said, I promised myself that if the guys leave me topless again and we start kissing, it will be the same as last time: touching and licking my breasts, kissing and touching my upper body, nothing more. It's a boundary I'm very clear about.

My sister convinced me to post this to put pressure on myself not to back down.

I'll ask you to wish me luck, but I think you all want to see me fail, so please don't!