12/99

I went to Celestún, a small village in the western coast of Yucatán, to do a report about the nearby ecological reserve in May. The only women I met the morning I got there, one at the pool and two at the hotel lobby, went topless.

I thought I had enough time to sunbathe before the boat that would take me to the reserve left. I wondered in my room whether or not I should take a chance and wear just the bikini bottoms. Then I said to myself: here no one knows me, and I can even go topless like those women do. I rashly left the room without my top, and stayed some minutes at the lobby. Then the tour guide unexpectedly came to tell me that they were just waiting for me. I was petrified and wished to be back in my room but had no choice than joining them immediately.

That was the first time I went topless. Although few people joined the tour, you may imagine what a blushing day I had. I decided to make the best of it, so I went topless whenever possible the rest of the day and the other 6 days. One day, the women I met on the day I arrived and myself boarded the boat. None of us put our tops on and soon, almost all the women took theirs off too. There were many people that day.

I was used to topfreedom soon and I really enjoyed it.

--Sandra, Guadalajara, Mexico