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 ï>¿Week In Lauderdale-By-The-Sea by LostDreamer79

   Week In Lauderdale-By-The-Sea Pt.  01

   We used to vacation in Lauderdale this is one of those trips.

   We were staying on A1A across the street from the beach at Lauderdale By
The Sea, this the last summer that the Candy Store was open, so some of you
may remember how long ago this was.  We were there on vacation planning on
doing some sunning, scuba diving, and partying at the beach clubs.

   We arrived late Sunday evening after driving in from North Carolina.  We
had packed light because we were not planning on doing a whole lot of
anything except relaxing.  Everything I brought was small, little and short
and as promised my husband, I brought no panties or bras with me, neither
of which I wore very often anyway.  Although I sometimes wore a thong under
my really short skirts if we were just out shopping, dancing not so much.

   It had gotten late by the time we had unloaded the truck; I had stripped
off my clothes, which wasn't much, a pair of "way to short" jean shorts and
a cropped men's tank top tee shirt.  I put on a 2X-large men's tank top; I
use it for a cover-up sometimes over my bikinis.  I traded it on a dare
with a biker in Myrtle Beach, we swapped shirts in a bar with several
on-lookers, he just wore my bikini top as a neckless.

   My husband loves it because it has large arm holes and when I turn just
right, a boob has been known to slip out, but it is long enough that you
can't tell if I am wearing shorts or not under it.  We were just sitting
around relaxing when we realized we had not eat'in anything yet, and my
tummy was telling me I was hungry.

   My husband suggested we go next doors and eat at the club with the
outside tables.  I told him I didn't feel like getting dressed again, so he
got up, grabbed my hand and we headed out the door him saying, "You don't
have to, wear what you have on."

   There were not a lot of people on the streets so I guess it was ok, we
had never been to this part of Fla before and I didn't realize how much I
could actually get away with not wearing proper clothes wise, but I was to
learn before the week was over!

   I have always been a bit of a showoff, so I was ok with a little
flaunting of my assets.  Which I am told are worthy of flaunting more than
I do.  I am a 28-year-old blonde with crystal blue eyes, about 5' 4", oh
about 125 pounds but all in the right place, guess you would call me a soft
body.  Small "C" chest sometimes a big "B", depending on what I put on, the
time of the month and how its cut, and a butt that is killer in or out of
clothes (so I'm told).  Oh and I keep my little friend shaved most of the
time, as it is for our trip to Florida.

   Well, we got to the bar next doors and the only seats available were at
the tall tables with glass tops and the typical bar chairs you have to use
the rail to step up on to sit, you know the ones that sit up high.  The
waitress was there in a flash as I struggled to get in the tall chair and
stay in my shirt, but it wasn't working very well.  As I was looking at the
server's T-shirt, which had a lot of cuts across it all over, showing off a
lot of skin, barely covering her nipples, she motioned to me to look down
at my shirt.

   I had twisted a bit and one breast was completely hanging out my shirt.
I smiled and thanked her and straightened my shirt back up, to my husband
disappointment.  Although when I leaned forward, if you were in the right
place, you could just about see completely through the inside.  I told the
girl to bring me a tequila shot and a beer, I needed to unwind.

   Not being too busy she was back in only a few minutes with our drinks.

   I shot down the tequila and chased it with the beer, then we ordered
wings and mushrooms, as the sun was going down.  The evening went on as we
just relaxed and did a bit of people watching and being watched, we
continued to drink the beers and I could feel my buzz creeping up on me!

   My husband told me he wanted to see more of me, and I asked, "What he
wanted to see?"

   "Legs" he said,

   I looked down and told him, "If I showed any more, I would get in
trouble!"

   He said, "Look around, no one will even notice."

   I giggled at his requests while evaluating the people seated around us
and those passing on the sidewalk, felling no pain.  I just spread my knees
a little showing him what he wanted to see, although people on the street
had a better view than he did.  It was dark, so unless someone was paying
attention, they would miss my little show.

   Feeling brave, I finally just hooked my legs behind the chair legs and
finished eating very un-lady like.  I few people slowed to look at me, most
trying not to be too obvious as to what they were doing.  My husband
enjoying my exposure more than I was, even though it felt extremely erotic
to be on display like I was.

   We finished eating and decided to walk on down the street to see what
was around and where we could go and play while we there on vacation.  As
we walk my husband continued to try and show me off pulling on my shirt
causing my tits to slip out one side or the other.  Guys in the little bars
were calling to us to come and drink with them.  I was not done partying
yet and a bit giggly enjoying the attention and exposure.

   We stopped and had a few beers in one of the little pubs.  Some friendly
guys and my husband talked me into playing a game of pool, at first not
realizing what was up, I soon found out.  Every time I would bend over to
shoot, one or both tits would come out my shirt and anyone standing behind
or to the side of me had a good view.  On some shoots people could see down
the sides and through to the bottom as well, revealing the fact the T-shirt
was all I was wearing.

   I was too the point I didn't care, I was 700 miles from home and no one
knew me here!

   We returned to our seats at the bar, facing toward the band this time to
people watch and be watched as before, my husband kept running his hand up
my thigh trying to keep my shirt pushed higher on my thighs, I knew what he
wanted, he wanted to show off my bare pussy.

   It was getting late, I reached around to the bar feeling the material
sliding off my boob.  I started to fix it but my husband quietly whispered,
"Leave it." It felt so wild sitting there like that, I finally hooked my
feet back again like at the Candy Store where we sat out front for dinner,
with me on display.

   This time when he pushed the shirt up my thigh, it stayed near my waist.
What a rush that was, tit out, legs spread and shirt covering nothing down
there.  The looks were turning me on getting me a bit excited.  We finished
our drinks and I told him it was time we headed back, it was going to be an
early morning, he wasn't overly excited to leave.

   We headed back down the street toward the hotel, he did his best to keep
turning the shirt so my boob would slip in and out while we walked.  Back
at the hotel he was pulling my shirt off before we got to the room, we made
out while he tried to open the door with me leaning against it, the key
card in one hand my blue tank top in the other.  Let me tell you the
exhibitionism was well worth it, making us both hungry for each other.

   We had planned to catch a dive boat in the morning, knowing we had to
get some rest we fell asleep around 1:30.

   The next morning started out to be a wonderful day, calm seas and
getting hot quick.  We loaded the truck and headed south toward Hollywood.
I was wearing my wicked weasel yellow thong bottoms and triangle top,
covered with a regular white men's tank top t-shirt.  We checked in at the
boat, stored our dive gear and snacks then waited for the boat to depart.

   While we were sitting around talking a big boat came down the ICW, there
were several very busty girls sitting up front on the bow sunning.  One of
the other dives hollered at them "show us your tits" and I was surprised
when two of them pulled their tops off and waving them at us.

   "Wow"!  I thought, "Girls can get away with about anything down here".

   It wasn't long and we headed out to the dive site, everyone began
milling around setting up their gear, I just watched!  I pulled off my
t-shirt and just stood around watching my husband get my gear ready, all
the guys seemed to be interested in striking up conversation with me, must
have been the tiny yellow bikini I was barely in, but I didn't mind I like
being the center of attention.  One thing about wicked weasel bikinis, no
linings at all.

   The dive master told us we were about 10 minutes out, so to everyone
disappointment I pulled on a dive skin expecting the water to be a little
chilly.

   When we got in the water and too the bottom, I realize how warm the
water actually was; I told my husband by way of his dive slate, I was going
back up and I would be right back.

   When I got to the surface, only a boat hand and the captain were on
board.  I got them to pull me and my gear out the water so I could peal out
of the dive skin.  Both of them were too happy to help me get out of it, as
they pealed it off they were pleased to see my bikini was see thru and my
nipples were poking through the material and the bottoms were molding to my
lips.

   They told me next time when I get to the top to release my straps and
they would pull my BC and tank out so I wouldn't have to climb out with it
on.  They helped me back into my gear and I was back to the bottom to
continue the dive in minutes.

   It was a great dive, it felt so cool to be almost naked swimming with
the fishes.

   When our time was almost up, we headed back to the surface to get back
on the boat.  At the surface most of the other divers were back on board,
having entered the water before us, and were waiting for us.

   I handed up my fins and weight belt and then as the captain said before
I re-entered the water, remembering he told me to release my strap to the
BC and lean forward and he would pull my gear onboard for me, which I did,
and it was so much easier.  I was just about to the top of the ladder when
I realized my top was untied from around my neck and I was on display to
everyone on the boat, what the hell I figured, I climbed the rest of the
way up and then retied my top once I got on board.

   The guys all moaned when I retied it, telling me they had all seen me
and that I should just leave my top off now.

   Laughing, "Naaa...  not this time" I told them, although it was a
awesome feeling.

   We did our next dive and I managed to stay in my top this time.  But
after we finished the dive and we were putting our gear in our bags, I
slipped my tee shirt back on and then untied my top and pulled it out from
under it.  Of course, the wet bikini top had made the tee shirt almost
transparent, so I did put on a bit of a wet tee shirt show of my own.

   Later that afternoon we stayed on the beach getting sun, I was a bit
disappointed to see that it was mostly gay guys there and no girls were
laying out topless.  So, I just did my usually thing, mirror sunglasses on,
slide the bikini triangles over as far as I could, untied my top from
behind my neck, then pretended to sleep and let my top fall down to get a
little extra sun on my tits.  Even though many of the guys were gay, a lot
still took their time passing checking me out.

   When I flipped over later, my husband took joy in not only untying the
string at my back but pulling my top from under me, which I allowed him to
do of course.  I loved the feeling of knowing the only thing I had on was
the tiny string thong, and with my feet apart, it hid little.

   Later that evening we ordered pizza and ate it by the pool, me in a
oversized tank top again.  We made an early night of it and went to bed a
bit exhausted.

   Tuesday was to be a beach day, I started out in my smallest wicked
weasel thong and top, the top is actually more of an "A" size top, so I
barely stayed in that one.  I headed across the street; my husband headed
out on a Golfing trip for the day.  I got a few comments from the guys in
passing cars, as I made my way to the beach.  Hurrying to across the
street, the sign flashing not to cross, I all but bounced out of my top
with half of my big right nipple peeking out, good thing it didn't cuz, I
would have had to wait till I got across the street to put myself back
together as my hands were full.

   I ask two other girls who were laying out already if they minded if I
joined them, I had seen them at our hotel the day before, and they seemed
friendly enough and invited me to join them.  One of them, Donna, was an
Italian looking girl with jet black hair and olive skin, wearing a thong
and top similar to mine, but she was in hers.  She had a soft body like me,
a little more than a handful of tits and a very round butt.  The other,
Jessie was a strawberry blonde with hair down to her butt almost, and
skinny as a rail, almost flat chested, with pale skin, she was in a cover
everything modest bikini.

   I set up my chair made my adjustments again and sat down, I untied my
top and just let the weight of the string slowly easy the top off my tits.
I pulled my top back up a few times, not wanting the girls I had just met,
to think bad of me.  But they did seem to watch me to see how far I would
let it go each time.

   I later flipped over and asked if one of them would untie me and they
both jumped at the chance it seemed, but Donna sitting next to me reached
over and untied both my strings.  I felt it strange that here I was on a
beach covered with gorgeous guys, half naked, and the only ones to even
give me a second look are two other girls.

   I later notice a few young men, maybe in their early 20's I would guess,
on bikes had stopping to admire us from the sidewalk.  I decided I would
make their day and sat up on my elbows to allow them a good look at my
breasts, keeping my nipples barely hidden, as I pretended to read my book.
I think it was exciting me, as much as them as I felt my nipples getting
hard.  I asked the girls why no one on this beach goes topless and they
didn't know either.

   I figured it was time to see if I could get away with it and turned
over, dropping my top in my bag.  Donna said, "I wish I was as brave enough
to do that."

   I told her she was and reached over and pulled her strings loose, she
didn't put up any fight at all, like she wanted me to do it for her.  She
was much smaller than me but very perky, she had been tanning a lot, even
with her olive skin her breast were very white and almost glowed against
her tan except for her almost dark chocolate colored nipples.

   She turned about 12 shades of red, but she didn't put her top back on.
Jessie said, "You won't catch me doing that," and when Donna reached for
the back of her top, she took off running.  She came back and asked that we
don't do that to her, she would die if we did, and anyone saw her.

   "If I had tits like you guys I would do it too, but I just don't have
anything to show off," so we left her alone and enjoyed our nakedness.  No
one ever came and told us we needed to cover up, so we stayed that way all
day.

   Later, I told them we would be at the Candy Store for some dancing if
they wanted to join us.  They said they might just do that!

   When my husband got back from golfing, I had already got a bath and had
picked out my minimal clothing for dancing.  I told him he needed to get
ready because I was ready to go party.  He asked if we could stay in
tonight, I told him he could, but I was going dancing.

   I slipped on one of his favorite outfits, a short black micro mini
skirt, a lace see-thru sleeveless cropped top that came to just under my
boobs and leaving my shoulders bare, a shortie black jacket with two
buttons which I left unbuttoned, my two-inch open toe heels, and out the
door I went.

   It was like a meat market when I walked in, lots of guys and a not near
as many girls there, with at least two guys to every female if not more! 
As I walked to the bar to get a drink, I felt my jacket already beginning
to gap open in the front.  When I got to the bar the guy standing there
asked, "what are you drinking?"

   I said, "tequila and a beer", he quickly filled my order, handing it to
me and said it was paid for, amazing what a little skin will get a girl.

   I shot down my tequila and was chasing it with my beer, shortly after
that while sipping my beer, my too friends came up to me.ï Donna put my
outfit to shame when I saw her getting closer to me, she was wearing a
black fish net dress over black panties and a half bra that allowed her
dark nipples to just peek a little at the top.  Poor Jessie was in a little
button up the front sundress, with string ties for shoulder straps, her
white bra straps showing.

   They were such opposites, but they were best friends and that is all you
need.  We got three more shots of tequila and shot them down, Donna told
Jessie you better be careful you know what that stuff does to you, she said
she knew but it was a short crawl home.

   I grabbed the guy that bought me my drinks and the four of us headed to
the dance floor.  I was buzzing already, from I guess partial dehydration,
nothing to eat all day and the tequila.  The music was loud, and we were
having a blast dancing with my newfound friends, it was then that I noticed
that Donna had on G-string panties, and her butt showed thru the back of
her dress.

   After a few numbers we headed back to the bar for more drinks, I ordered
another shot and a beer, as did Donna and Jessie.  Donna told Jessie, "That
is you limit,"

   She giggled and said she knew that.  Donna told me she will be about
ripped once that second shot kicks in.  We drank them down and headed back
to the dance floor, sure enough a few minutes later Jessie had that "I'm
fucked up" look on her face.

   By now, I was feeling no pain either and had started to get hot in the
jacket I was wearing, so I slid my jacket off to cool down a bit.  I went
over to the side of the dance floor and put my Jacket over one of our
chairs.  I could feel my tits trying to bounce out of my lace top, the
bottom like they had been all night but were out of sight, not they anyone
who wanted to see my tits could not.  The fact that they were not in the
least bit obscured by the lace, made it more exciting.

   I danced back toward my friends and started dirty dancing with Tom and
when I raised my arms above my head, I already knew from past experiences,
my tits would partially come out the bottom of my top showing off a lot of
under boobs, my husband love it when I wore this top.

   I then moved Jessie, so she was dancing up close with Tom, the guy who
we had been dancing with.  I asked Donna if she was ready to get Jessie to
loosen up some, she smiled and said "sure, I can blame whatever happens on
you!"

   I told her to follow my lead.  We danced in close to Jessie, dancing
close to her sandwiching her into Tom.  I told Jessie we had to get rid of
these silly looking bra straps that were hanging down, she just gave me a
silly smile like she didn't even understand what I said.

   So I pulled one strap down and over her hand and then Donna did the
other.  We kept dancing close to her, touching her butt, running our hands
up and down her body.  She was in her own world.  I unhooked her bra and as
we danced, I slowly pulled it out her dress and she never noticed it, it
was one of those super padded models.

   I handed it to Donna, and she just tossed it over her shoulder.  Donna
leaned over and said we got to do better than that, I ask her if Jessie
could do another shot, she said yeah but we might have to carry her back to
the hotel.

   I told her I would be happy to help her.  Off we were to the bar again
leaving Tom dancing with a few other girls.  I asked Jessie how she felt.

   "Wonderful" she said, "But I am thirsty." I ordered another round,
handed her another shot and a beer, she downed the beer like water, then
just stood there watching the dance floor lights, Donna asked her, Are you
ok sweetie?"

   She said, "Yeah let's dance," and did the shot and headed back to the
dance floor.  Donna told me to start working on the buttons of her dress.
We all three danced close again, me in front of her and Donna behind her,
then I noticed Donna reaching around and undoing the top buttons on her
dress.

   I reached down and undid the bottom one.  There weren't but five and she
had two undone already while I was doing the one.  She was, unknowingly,
flashing her small pink nipples, she was really, like I said earlier, flat
chested but she had thick hard noticeable nipples, they were quarter size,
almost the same color as her skin.

   She was clueless as to what we were doing to her.  Tom saw us and danced
back over to us; he had a surprised look on his face when he noticed
Jessie's dress unbuttoned.  I started pulling her dress strap down, she
would feel it tickling her arm and pull it back up, I did that several
times, each time her tiny tit and hard nipple would completely show.

   Finally, Donna reached up and untied one of the strings allowing her top
to drop away and open exposing her tit, but she just kept on dancing. 
Donna started to untie the other one and I stopped her, I told her that her
dress would fall off if she did, she laughed and said she knew that, I told
her to wait a little bit.

   Everyone was enjoying Jessie's little show when Donna undid another
button.  I could not believe her best friend was doing this to her, the
front-left side of her dress was hanging to the side, almost like a toga
and her white panties were showing from what little bit of dress she still
had on.  Then she grabbed Donna and hung on her, telling her she had to pee
really bad, but she needed help getting there.

   So off we went to the lady's room.  Everyone was laughing and pointing
at Jessie in her state of undress.  We made it to the rest room and Donna
had to help her lift her dress, pull her panties down then help her sit
down.

   We talked and waited for Jessie to finish, I giggled, and then I told
Donna how mean she was, she laughed too.  We open the door and Jessie was
sleeping where Donna had left her.

   This ain't good, I thought to myself.  Donna reached down and started to
pull her panties back up, but then said, "You know it would be easier to
just take them off of her, wouldn't it?"

   And Donna just pulled them off of her limp legs.  I asked Donna, "how
are you going to get a naked girl out of her, down the street and back to
your room?"

   She said giggling, "She ain't naked yet!"

   Donna then lifted her out of the stall and leaned her against the sink,
she had the cutest red bush, which was on display as well as her one little
titties.  Donna than asked me to help her get her to one of the sofas in
the club, so with me on one side and Donna on the other, we kind of carried
her to one of the sofas and sat her down.

   She was gone, passed out, one little tit and nipple still on display and
her bush was for the most part on display as well!  We sat there and rested
a minute laughing at her, and what we had done.

   Donna asked if I wanted another beer, I said yes and off she went.  I
watched Jessie and walked over to get my jacket, as she ordered our drinks,
then she motioned me over to her.  She said she needed another dollar and a
tip.  I gave it to her and we waited for our beers.  When we got them, we
head back to Jessie, still passed out, but two young guys had taken our
places.

   The one on the left was shaking her shoulder and trying to get her to
talk to him.  The other one was just staring at the half naked girl they
had found.  We just stopped and watched as he tried to get a response from
her, then he reached down and undid her last button, very carefully like he
didn't want to wake her, and opened her dress up all the way down both
sides.

   A few more guys were now crowded around watching them.  Then he reached
up and untied the other tie letting her dress fall off her body completely
leaving her total naked and on display.  When the guy on the right pulled
her legs apart and started to play with her, Donna said, "ok that's
enough," and headed toward them to get Jessie.

   Donna pushed her way through the wall of guys to get to Jessie and
stopped them, asking them, "What the hell do you think you are doing to
her?" Donna reached down and started pulling her up to get her out of
there, the two guys jumped up and taking her dress and headed across the
bar with it.

   I told Donna, "Now she is naked!"

   I put my jacket back on and we half-carried her toward the door across
the dance floor, when Tom saw us and asked if we needed any help, Donna
said sure can you carry her to the hotel for us.  He easily scooped her up
and said, "Lead the way."

   When we go to the door the guy said you can't go out there with her like
that the cops are hanging around tonight, so I took off my jacket and sorta
covered her chest up.  Out the door we went, and after about a block the
jacket fell off of Jessie, Tom said not to cover her back up, it was his
payment for carrying her home.  When we got back to the hotel, I left them
to get poor Jessie to her bed.



   Week In Lauderdale-By-The-Sea Pt.  02

   A week of exposure in Laderdale.

   Wednesday Morning came way too early, we decided to do a beach dive
today, I helped get everything ready.  All we had to do was to walk across
the street, down the beach and into the ocean to start our dive.  After he
had everything hooked up and was ready to dive, I told my husband, "I will
be ready in just a minute let me go and change out of the tee shirt and
into a little bikini."

   He told me to wear what I had on, it was a man's white tank top tee
shirt, the kind girls cut up and wear for wet "T" shirt contests.

   Giggling, I quickly agreed knowing I would draw a little bit of
attention after the dive, maybe a bit before.

   He told me to grab the towels, water bottles and small stuff we could
leave on the beach, he would make two trips with the tanks and BC's.  We
were off, as we crossed the street, I stepped in front of him because it
felt like my butt was peek out the bottom of the tee shirt and asked, "Can
you see my ass when I walk?"

   He said, "A little, but no more than if you had a thong on".

   We got on the beach, and I spread out our towels and water bottles on
the sand while he ran back to get my BC.  I made a point of bending over
and showing off to the gay guys next to us.  While I waited, I walked over
asking them if they would mind keeping an eye on our stuff while we did our
dive, knowing with them looking up at me, they were well aware of my lack
of any swim wear under my tank top.

   One of them, smiling up at me said, "I would be happy too, enjoy your
dive!"

   I smiled back knowing what he was looking at.

   When my husband got back, he helped me into my BC and weight belt.  I
grabbed my fins and mask then headed to the water.  As soon as I got wet it
was clear to anyone watching that the tee shirt was all I had on as it
clung to my body like a second skin, as the small waves washed in and out,
covering then revealing my ass as I continued farther off the beach into
the gradually deeper water.

   My husband caught up to me, telling me everyone loved watching that ass
after I got wet.  We swam out to the second reef before dropping down for
our dive, it felt so cool being almost naked again diving and thinking
about the show I was about to put on when I got out of the water, whether I
wanted to or not.

   I enjoyed the feeling of the shirt just hanging loose, floating around
my waist leaving me bottomless for my husband's enjoyment.

   The dive was great we saw lots of fish and a nurse shark and then headed
to the beach.

   As we approached the shoreline, I stopped and sat down in about waist
deep water and started peeling out of my gear, as was my husband.  He
carried all his gear to where I had laid our towels and came back to get my
stuff.  I looked down and the material of the tee shirt clung to my wet
breasts like I was in a wet tee shirt contest.

   He grabbed my tank and BC, I had my fins and mask, still wearing my
weight belt, he grabbed my arm to help me get to my feet.  When I stood up,
I felt the material of my shirt pulling tight against my body.  The weight
belt was pulling my wet tee shirt down exposing a lot on skin around my
shoulders, sides and chest.  To the point that the arm holes had stretched
down past my tits.

   As soon as I got to the towels, I dropped my weight belt, but it had
already done a number on my tee shirt.  My husband headed toward the street
side showers to rinse his gear before heading to the room.

   An older gentleman walked up and asked about the dive, we started
talking and I told him about the fish, shark and coral we saw, then his
boyfriend came over to him and asked if he was coming back to join him.  He
told him he was discussing my dive and he would be there in a minute.  The
whole time his eyes were looking me up and down at my nearly naked body.

   His younger boyfriend just stood behind him steaming like a jealous
girlfriend, so I figured I would add a little fuel to the fire and hooked
my thumbs into the already stretched out arm holes and the pulled my hands
together below my tits.  This caused a little more of my breasts to spill
out the sides and squeeze them to the center making more cleavage.  As we
talked his eyes stayed fixed on my breasts like he was waiting for one of
them to be totally exposed.

   I continued to tease him, applying the pressure down, further stretching
the tee shirt as we talked and even pulled it out a little to allow more
skin to show.  He wouldn't even look up at me by this point, so I finally
asked him if he liked what he was looking at so hard.

   He then looked up and me and said, "Why yes, you have a very nice body
and I can see most of it thru that tee shirt, so yeah hard is a good way to
describe it"

   Then his boyfriend asked him again if he was coming back with him or
not?

   With that I lifted my shirt a bit allowing my tits to move back into
their normal place, this allowing both of them to spill out the sides of my
shirt, as I grinned at him with an evil grin.

   And off the guy's boyfriend went stomping down the beach.  The old guy
thanked me for telling him about the dive and the little show, then
adjusting himself, turned to go back to his chair and his boyfriend.

   I adjusted my shirt as best I could and sat down to wait for my husband
to return.  When he came back, he grabbed my BC and tank, he asked me to
bring all the rest of the stuff to the shower so we can wash it off too,
then I can come back and sun.  I wasn't sure if he wanted help or to show
me off at the shower mere feet from A1A.

   I grabbed the rest of the lite gear and followed him to the shower.  He
washed off my BC and stepped aside to allow me to wash the other stuff off.
Washing the salt from the masks and fins, and the cold water began to wet
my shirt again causing my nipples that were about to spill from the sides
of the stretched out top to harden and poke against the wet material.

   When I had finished, I was a quite wet again, causing the material of
the shirt to cling in the right places on my body.  A few guys had stopped
to check me out while I washed the gear off.  I asked my husband to take my
BC back to the room and I will wait here and rinse the gear so when he came
back it would be ready.

   As soon as he stepped across the street, I stepped into the shower
causing my tee shirt to almost disappear allowing the shirt to mold to my
body completely showing every curve I had, and I had to keep moving the
shirt back in place over my tits as the water kept exposing my wet breasts
from under the sides of the stretched out tee shirt.

   A bit excited showing off my body again, I stood there facing the street
tilting my head back, allowing the water to run thru my hair to rinse out
the sea water.  I had just turned off the water when my husband walked up,
he looked at me and ask why I didn't just take off the shirt, I told him
not to tempt me because it was feeling extremely erotic at the moment.  I
helped him gather the rest of our gear to carry across the street and then
I headed back to our towels.

   When I got there, I sat down to soak up a little sun, then it hit me I
should have told him to bring me back a bikini to put on.  I just pulled
the tee shirt up so that I was just covered allowing my legs to soak up the
sun.  My tits kept spilling out the sides of the now big arm holes.  I
figured, hell everyone can see them anyway, so I sat back up, looked around
and then quickly pulled the shirt over my head and placed it between my
legs with my knees apart, pulling a little of it back up to cover up my
crotch, but just barely.

   When my husband came back, he as a bit in shock, there was his wife
naked except for a little piece of tee shirt pulled up between her legs
covering her pussy.  He asked me if I was allowed to be naked on the beach,
I told him I wasn't naked, but I could be if he wanted me to be, then I
rolled over with my round butt in the air, totally naked with nothing at
all covered, the feeling was unreal and so exciting especially when I moved
my feet apart a bit more.  I don't know what was showing but in my mind, I
was hoping everything.

   After a good 20 minutes or so and feeling more daring from the
excitement of showing off and comfortable with my surroundings, I rolled
over onto my back again except this time I didn't cover my shaved pussy or
hide it from the people walking up and down the beach.  My husband just
stared at me and watched the people looking at me.

   After an hour or so I asked my husband to join me in the water because I
need to cool off.  I sat up and looked about and figured I had better not
push my luck and slipped my tee shirt back on, which really did little to
hide my breasts at this point.

   Once we got in the water, my husband was all over me, touching me,
kissing me, pulling on my tee shirt.  As we moved out deeper the shirt
floated up father allowing my husband easier access to me.

   He told me he wanted to do me now, I told him people are everywhere and
would see us.  Then I let the passion of his kisses get the better of me
and wrapped my legs around his waist and allowed him to enter me, the wave
action caused us to move about and it didn't take long before it was over.
He just held me for a few minutes until he shrunk out of me and then we
head back to the towels.

   It had gotten late, and I didn't want to get burnt, so we picked up our
things and headed back to the room to get ready for the evening out.  Of
course, I had to stop at the shower to rinse off once again to get the salt
water out of my hair and show off a little more, but only very briefly.

   Once we got back to the room I fell across the bad, and eventually woke
up about 10:00 with my husband sleeping next to me.

   I woke him up and ask him if we were going out and he said, "If I wanted
too, we would."

   I jumped up and got a quick shower, the warm water made my slightly red
skin tingle.  I finished getting ready, while he was getting a shower.  I
laid out my clothes and fixed my hair.

   While he was doing his thing to get ready, I slipped into my outfit for
the night.  It consisted of a quite short black pleated skirt that rested
high on my thighs and quite low on my hips, a very short loose cropped tank
top and my two inch open toe heels.  The top was one of those that if you
don't pull it down every five minutes something is going to show, must be
why it is one of my husband's favorite shirts to wear out clubbing,
especially after I have had a few drinks.

   We were out the door in less than 30 minutes and as we walked down the
street the breeze kept blowing my skirt up showing my ass to the guys
walking behind us.  Of course, they had to make comments about it instead
of just enjoying the show, finally I told them to grow up and we turned to
go into the door of the club.  The guy on the door smiled and asked me
where my friends were, I told him I hadn't seen them since last night.

   The Doorman told the girl working the door that we were his guests
tonight.  My husband asked if he had missed something, I told him, "He
missed a lot"!

   As soon as we walked in, I saw Donna and Jessie dancing on the dance
floor, they saw me and they both ran over to give me a hug, I introduced
them to my husband then we headed to the bar for drinks.  Jessie was
already glassy eyed and giggly, she had a permanent smile on her face
already.

   I figured I had some catching up to do and ordered two shorts of tequila
for my husband and I, and a beer for me making them both disappear in a
matter of seconds.  My friends did a shot with me shortly after that, then
we all headed to the dance floor.  Donna had every guy on the dance floor's
attention including my husbands.

   She had out dressed me again, tonight she was wearing a very short white
leather micro mini skirt that barely covered her ass and a white three inch
wide tube top over her tits, her dark nipples showed thru the thin
material.

   Jessie was in one of those tight tube dresses with bad panty lines, but
no bra to my surprise!

   As we danced, Donna was either pulling her skirt down or her top up and
every guy around, including my husband, was waiting for her to pop out
somewhere.

   After we danced a while, we headed back for drinks and following Donna,
I swear I could see the bottom of her butt cheeks peeking out from under
her skirt in the dimly lit bar.

   We got to the bar and Donna, Jessie and I climbed on to bar stools and
ordered our usual drinks of tequila and beer chasers.  I kept noticing my
husband looking down at Donna legs.  I looked to see what he found so
interesting, and I saw it.

   Donna, now sitting down caused the little skirt to ride up higher on her
thighs, and like me, she was not wearing any panties and she was showing
everyone who happened to notice she was almost shaved clean except for a
little black patch above her clit.

   Her skirt was so short and tight that she shouldn't have been sitting on
the stool, either she didn't know or didn't care, but she wasn't trying to
hide anything.  I could tell Jessie had already passed her limit again, and
I asked Donna if Jessie remember last night.

   Donna said she doesn't remember a thing and she couldn't find her bra
tonight.  Donna said she told her she didn't know what happen to it.  My
husband asked if we wanted another round of tequila, Donna told him none
for Jessie she is about done now.

   We did our shots and headed back to the dance floor, with both Donna and
Jessie wobbling.  We all started dancing again and Jessie had found Tom
from last night.

   I was dancing close to my husband who kept tugging the back of my tank
top down in the back exposing my breast for his enjoyment.  I asked him if
he want to see more of Donna, since he seemed to have his eyes locked on
her body.  He laughed and asked if it was that noticeable, I told him, all
the guys are staring at her.

   He said, "They are watching both of y'all, and I am enjoying seeing both
of you," as he tugged my short skirt a bit higher on my hips knowing it
would expose my cheeks like Donna was, "Sure, go for it!"

   Without adjusting my outfit after what my husband had done to it, I
dance over to her and started dancing close to her, rubbing my body against
hers.  She was so hot, physically and visually.  I was behind her and had
my hands on her tummy, moving my hand up to her just below her breast where
I could feel her under boobs touching my index fingers, and then down to
below her belly button to the top of her skirt.  I could tell she was
enjoying my attention, I kept one hand on her tummy and moved my other hand
to her back and pushed lightly.

   As I did this, she took the hint and bent over pushing her ass into my
crotch, grinding into me.  I could see her white untanned cheeks starting
to show as she bent over, so I ran my hands down the outside of her thighs
and brought them back up bringing her skirt up with them, pulling the
minimal material higher on her thighs, she just continued to dance pushing
her ass into me as I looked down at her bare ass pressing against my thighs
and my own too short skirt.

   When she stood up, I grabbed her hands holding them across her chest,
with her hands cupping her own breasts, and her skirt still almost to her
waist.  I could feel her rubbing her own tits under my hands.

   Jessie came over to her, and put her arms around Donna's waist.  She
whispered in Donna's ear in a very drunkin voice, "Do you know your skirt
is above your waist and I can see everything!"

   She told Jessie, "Yes, I fucking love it."

   She asked Jessie if she looked hot, she told her, "You two have
everyone's attention."

   Then she turned around and wrapped her arms around me and said you know
this isn't fair, and before I could say anything, she unzipped my skirt and
it dropped to the floor.  She kept her arms around me and kept dancing not
letting me pull my skirt back up.

   I was in heaven dancing bottomless with another girl who was almost as
naked as I was, with hundreds of people watching us.  My husband came up
behind me and told me he could not believe what he was seeing and that I
looked incredibly sexy like that, he then reached around and slid his hands
under my loose shirt and grabbed my breasts, rolling my nipples in his
fingers.  I felt my feet dance over my skirt as we move around the dance
floor and everyone was cheering us on.

   Jessie had backed away and was leaning on the rail watching us put on
our show.  I felt like doing my husband right there, I was so hot.  He then
told me to pull down Donna's top, and do to her what I was doing to her,
without even thinking about it, I pulled her top down to her belly and
grabbed her breasts.  The crowd was cheering us on to go all the way.

   Just then my bouncer friend came over and told us we had to break it up
and put our clothes back on.  I searched around for my skirt on the floor
and started to panic when I couldn't find it.

   Donna was now wrapped around the bouncer who was trying to pull her
skirt back down and her top up, and she was doing her best to kept
everything uncovered.  I was to the point, that I wasn't horny anymore and
I was covering my pussy with my hands to hide myself while I searched for
my skirt.

   I heard the bouncer tell Donna if she didn't cover up, she would have to
leave.  My husband and Tom went over to Donna, they were helping the bounce
try and get her clothes on before we all got thrown out, I didn't realize
she was that drunk already.

   Then I saw Jessie again leaning against the rail holding my skirt in her
hand, I headed toward her to get my skirt and when I got to her, she told
me she remembered more about last night than Donna knows, and now I owe her
big time!

   She told me this was the first time she had been in public braless and
thanked me.

   She continued to tell me, she was enjoying the attention she was getting
from some of the guys that she had never gotten before, that Donna and I
had finally made her want to be more open and enjoy the attention she had
watched Donna get all her life.

   I asked her if she wanted to make her tube dress look even better, she
kinda looked at me strange.  I told her, "Loose the panties, you have bad
panty lines." She told me she had never been panty-less before, except for
last night, and didn't know if she was brave enough to do that.

   I smiled at her, "You never went braless before either!"

   I then asked her if she really enjoyed the attention Tom had given her
last night and she said it started a tingling she had never experienced
before.

   I grabbed her hand and pulled her to the lady's room.  As soon as we got
thru the door I told her to take off her panties, she blushed bright red
but slowly lifted her tube dress up then hooked her thumbs in the waist
band of her full coverage white cotton panties and pulled them down toward
the floor, the whole time telling me she wasn't sure about this.

   As she stepped out of them, I grabbed them from her and told her to come
on and left her standing in the lady's room with her dress almost around
her waist.

   She came running out the door after me, pulling her dress back down,
when she caught up with me, she told me she needed her panties back because
those were her last pair and she needed them for the rest of the week.

   I told her I would put them in my husband's pocket and give them back to
her when we all left.

   We found Donna, Tom and my husband at the bar, we went to join them and
as I passed a trash can, I dropped her panties in the garbage.  We got
another round of drinks Jessie and I; Donna was about passed out but still
standing, almost in her top a hint of nipple was showing which was easy to
see against her white untanned breasts and she had everything covered down
below for now.

   Jessie grabbed Tom and headed for the dance floor while we held Donna
up, who, every time she moved came farther and farther out of her tube top,
much to the enjoyment every guy standing around us including my husband. 
While we watched Jessie and Tom dancing, a blonde girl walking passed Donna
said something to her about being a slut and she should cover her tits up.
Apparently, it hit one of her Italian nerves, and she was all over the girl
before we could react.

   The two of them were rolling around on the floor and Donna was already
showing off everything she had, they were pulling hair and trying to hit
each other.  This girl came no better dressed for a cat fight than Donna
had, her light sun dress was already around her waist and her white thong
panties were on display as the two of them screamed and tried to fight each
other.

   The crowd was so tight around them that the bouncers couldn't get thru
to break up the fight.  Donna ended up sitting top of the girl and had two
hands full of hair slamming her head on the floor, the guys all start
chanting tits, tits, tits.  Donna, who's top and skirt were both around her
waist, took the hint grabbed the front of her sun dress and began to pull
on it as had as she could, the little straps popped on the first tug as she
began losing her dress.

   As her bouncy tanned tits came into view, one of the bouncers finally
made his way thru the crowd and grabbed Donna trying to pull her off the
girl, but she wasn't letting go.  The harder the bouncer pulled the more
the girls dress ripped away, everyone laughed and hollered as she fought to
keep her dress.  She managed to keep enough to cover up her breasts with a
piece of the back of the destroyed dress, but she was left bottomless
except for her lace white thong panties.

   Donna was carried toward the front door with part of the girl's dress
still in her hands, screaming, kicking and for the most part naked still
with her clothes around her waist.

   We pushed our way toward the door thru the crowd and grabbed Donna as
she stood naked in the door arguing with the bouncer saying the other girl
started it.

   Jessie did her best to cover Donna up, but her top had gotten stretched
out in the fight and wouldn't stay up, we all headed back down A1A toward
our hotel with Donna still bitching about getting kicked out.

   My husband was smiling looking at Donna with her top around her waist
and most of her ass cheeks showing walking down A1A, not caring as we
passed other people.

   It wasn't until we got to our room when my husband told me my ass was
hanging out the whole way back and he wished I had been topless as well!

   I pushed him against the wall kissing him, "You didn't ask, we can go to
the pub at the other end of the block if you want!" as we continued to make
out with our hotel door still open.

   Needless to say we never left the room the rest of the night, my husband
continued mentioning how hot I would be walking topless on A1A.