The first time this happened my conscious was screaming stop doing this but it was like my hands were on autopilot or something. She had been drinking all day for the most part, laying out on the rear patio, we had lunch and she was already staggering around the house and by evening she was still in her bikini and laying in the sectional not moving much at all. I could see her nipples poking up the top cups, I had already pushed on her arm a few times asking if she was okay and wanted to go to bed and got no response. I traced around one of her nipples thru the material and no reaction which gave me the confidence or stupidity if you will to push the cup sideways exposing her breast. Minutes turned into half an hour which became a few hours and she was now naked and I had thoroughly touched all sexual parts of her, she had made a few sounds now and then, also moved sometimes rolling on her side once getting comfortable. I then came to realization that if she woke up in the morning naked it would be very easy to figure out who did it, luckily a bikini is easy to get back on a sleeping woman.
The next morning she came out looking hungover as usual, made herself some coffee and looked around the kitchen, told me thanks for cleaning up and asked how I was doing that day. All I could think about was her naked on the sectional last night but I managed to tell her good morning and ask her how she was doing because she seemed very drunk last night.
Why? What did I do? she asked me and I told her nothing really, you just came in and laid down over there and when I tried to get you up to go to bed you just laid there sleeping.
Oh, good, nothing stupid then and she told me she woke up and went to bed around four in the morning.
By noon that day she was already back to drinking and sunning herself again but she made it to a shower and bed this time even though she was pretty drunk and actually took her drink into the bathroom. I spied on her a few times while she was showering off because she did not close any of the doors behind her. I waited about an hour after she went to bed hoping she was wearing a long t-shirt like usual to bed. I lost my confidence though because not even a minute into trying to get a look at her she stirred and rolled into a new position so I figured she was not as out of it as the night before and went back to my room.
Now in my late sixties I look back on those days with some regrets but also miss the excitement of it, I got her naked probably half a dozen time in my teen years. I even think she was awake enough to remember a few of them because she asked me one time if I was okay with her getting hammered on the weekends, she felt bad not taking care of dinner for me then laughed and said besides it seems like you have fun. I was not sure what she meant at the time but I am guessing she felt and remembered more than I realized and was fine with it.
