This 1920s burlesque short seems to capture it all: a bevy of fresh-faced flappers strip off to go bathing in their undies and have a giggle, away from the male gaze.
It would be nice to be part of that scene! However, as soon as a man turned up, the private girliness would be gone. In it's place would be reserve, flirtatiousness, or embarrasment .
It would be a different story in my Whips and Stockingtops world. A more or less identical scene could play out, told from the attendant slave's point-of-view. The girls simply wouldn't care if he was watching, though, later in the dunes, they might use his willing tongue.
(Of course, the scene would need more than that to work as fiction.)
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