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"You know, you don't have to disrobe, my dear."
Adrian turned her gaze away from the distant red sandstone mesa and toward her wife, whose breasts were out on the beach. She wasn't alone: around them, beachgoers lounged naked under umbrellas or strolled along the beach, while others wore swimsuits or sundresses.
Freikörperkultur, Franziska had called it. It had been a culture shock to Adrian, especially the way Franziska spent time naked in the house without much of a second thought. This vacation, Adrian had resolved to test the FKK waters, but now she felt vulnerable with her hands covering her nipples.
"I know, sweetheart." Adrian smiled. "I want to try it. It's just…"
"Your anxiety." Franziska rubbed sunscreen onto her thighs, peering at Adrian over her sunglasses. "Well, look around. Do you see people staring?"
Around her, families conversed in German, and an elderly couple strolled by. A woman eyed her quizzically, but the look was directed at the way she had her own breasts in a death grip. She was making this weirder than it had to be.
Eyes squeezed shut, she let her hands drop to her sides. She peeked out of one eye at the white sand at her feet, then dared open her eyes to look around. The world hadn't ended. No one was gawking at her. She savored the cool breeze on her nipples and felt an unfamiliar freedom overtake her.
"See?" Franziska's lips pressed into a smile. "No big deal."
"You're right, dear. In fact…"
An impulse overtook her, and she let her bikini bottom drop to the towel. She felt triumphant and exhilarated, standing tall in the wind.
Franziska's brows rose. "Andere Länder, andere Sitten, hmm, my dear?"
"Genau."
They clasped hands and walked toward the water together, with nothing to hide.