Picture this, it's a beautiful day on Rottnest Island, a beautiful girl (*cough*...me) has just emerged (not unlike Ursula Andress) from the sparkling turquoise waters of a deserted white sandy beach.
She shakes her long hair back and prepares to sunbathe. Alas, for there are rivulets of sea water trailing down her stomach from the padding in her bikini top (padded not to enhance her figure but to give shape to the thing, you understand?)
What's a girl to do?
One quick look around the beach and surrounding cliff tops confirms that she really is on a deserted beach and can be overlooked by not one soul.
In one fluid movement the bikini top is off and is being squeezed of it's excess Indian Ocean Elixir. As she is standing there on that deserted beach in all her topless glory she spies something out of the corner of her eye.
...a bloody tour bus full of pensioners and day-trippers slowly trundling its way around the cliff top not fifty metres from where she's standing.
I swear I could hear the cheer go up from inside the bus!
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Thats a cracker Nat! **Note make sure there are no tour buses around when going topless!!**
what you embarrassed about you've got a crackin figure! the pensioners probably had the time of their lives!!!!
I heard rumours of a shipload of oldies having to be airlifted off the island with chest pain later that day!!
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