I liked my plan, but getting into the lounge chair was still difficult. In the end, I dropped my knees down to the foot of it, and then used them and the hand that was over my crotch to crawl forward on it, still clutching my breasts with my other arm. They might have gotten a glimpse of my trimmed landing strip as I did (and I can only imagine the view the creepy old guys behind me got), but it was over quickly. They definitely got a quick glimpse of my entire naked, hanging breasts as I lowered myself to the chair, though.

I folded my arms up under...