I was on a bare sailing cruise in the British Virgin Islands 6-7 years past and we were anchored in White Bay. It was after dinner, we’d had a bottle of wine or four, and decided we wanted to visit the pub ashore for a drink – but of course we did not desire to get dressed. Somehow we did not see this as a problem. Into the dighy we scaled, motored off to the bar (not the Soggy Dollar, the other one) and in we walked. There were just half a dozen people there, but not astonishingly our entry was found. One young man let out a whoop when we walked in, and he quickly got naked (though his girlfriend made him get dressed again – I Have frequently thought that I hoped he dumped her). We sat down as normally as possible at one of granny beach sex , continuing our conversation, and in a moment the waitress came along.
We spent almost two hours in the pub and had a grand time. Eventually most of the other patrons left, the bartender got naked, and even the waiter took off her top. She and our hostess subsequently compared breast occupations and discovered they had had the same plastic surgeon in Atlanta. It was definitely a memorable night!
We went without clothing, hence without pockets, therefore without wallets, hence without cash. So I figure the best portion of the evening was that it wasn’t only clothing-free, it was additionally drinks-for free.