Another Throwback Story Ch. 02

The Ripped Tank Top...

We were what I would still consider newlyweds, both of us being on our second marriages. I was a widower, she had been married to a passive jealous jerk, and he loved what she wore until they got married right out of high school.

She, at the time, had the body of a college girl, a part-time dance instructor and riding instructor kept her body in ideal shape. She had a typical redhead body, an incredible ass, always told her, "Hate to see you leave, love to watch you go!" A thin waistline and nice hips, small breasts with constantly hard pokey nipples. Her areola was almost the same skin color as the rest of her, pale. Fortunately, she had the pretty face of an Irish tree nymph that added to her youthful appearance.

We had been watching the hot and humid summer weather forecasts waiting for a good thunderstorm off shore. If you have never sat on a beach during a summer evening and just watched the power and awesomeness of a thunderstorm well offshore in the distance at night, you are missing out.

We managed to catch a good storm coming up the coast from Florida. Luckily, there was not a cloud over the beaches, so we headed that way.

We stopped on the way at KFC to grab two dinner combos to eat while we watched the show. I suggested she wear just a white men's tank top for the walk down the beach. I loved how minimal they were and how the small-size shirts hugged the body. She had worn them in the past for our drives and walks on the beach, and when leaving after a day on the sand, I would purposely get her to walk near people sitting on blankets and towels so they could view her lack of anything under the thin material.

With the county park closed, we would park at the last public parking area and walk down to the park beaches because only dedicated walkers, joggers, and biker riders go that far down in the evenings.

With the beach being almost deserted we didn't go as far down as we usually do.

Her too-small white tank top molded to her body quite snuggly over her small breasts, her constantly hard nipples pushing against the thin material. The outline of her shapely waist and hips looked like a second skin, leaving little to the imagination while also hugging her round ass and peeking cheeks.

We spread out a quilt and watched the storm building miles offshore while eating our cold fried chicken and fixins.

We then went for a walk back towards the more occupied areas, with my intention to just show off her hot young body. The walking made the shirt ride higher like a tight skirt or some of her dresses do. After she pulled it down over her cheeks the first time I suggested, "Just let it ride, don't pull it down, it's dark out no one will notice." She enjoyed showing off her body as much as I did sometimes.

She giggled, "You just want to show my ass off!"

I smiled back at her, she knew exactly what I wanted to do.

Holding her hand while we walked, I would occasionally stop to look at a shell or whatever was in the sand. I intended to let her pass me so I could see how much of her ass the people who walked past us got to see. I was thrilled to see she was letting it ride up more and more.

I was enjoying reaching over and rubbing her bare ass cheeks while walking the lapping waves at the water line. We turned around and headed back to where we had originally left our blanket and leftover dinner.

I caught her reaching to pull her shirt down, realizing it was too high in the front. I told her to leave it, we were almost back. She giggled and kept walking with her smooth slit show.

When we got back we found we had been robbed by the crabs, one of the boxes was opened and toppled over and one of the pieces of chicken had been dragged away in the sand, it was too big for the crab to drag down its hole in the sand. We laughed about their caper, we had eaten all we wanted.

I pulled her to me and we started kissing, I told her, "Do you have any idea how hot you look with your shirt riding up so high?"

Her kissing me back seemed to verify she had enjoyed her exposure also, "I feel wild being so exposed knowing anyone can see me, and I still have clothes on, sorta!"

We ended up laying on the quilt with her on top of me while we continued to make out. Her shirt on her hips now exposed her ass, maybe more with her bending over to kiss me, to whoever came past us on the beach.

She was really enjoying what was happening and started moving her hips grinding her crotch on my hard dick. She finally sat up and started opening my shorts and working them down enough to free my cock so she could slip me into her pussy.

She was riding me like a petite cowgirl, leaning back and hitting where she wanted it to hit. That's when I reached up and ripped her shirt completely down the center. I pulled it open just before a guy came jogging by, he gave me a smile, and a nod and kept going.

She didn't care and just kept riding, her little tits bouncing slightly as she would hit bottom, then lift back up again and again. I tried to get her shirt off but she wouldn't let me. I wanted to see her fucking me on the beach naked, but she knew it might be a bad idea.

It didn't take long before I filled her with several streams of cum, we both started laughing as she laid down on top of me catching her breath.

Giggling still, she pulled her shirt closed and sat up letting our juices seep out and down around my balls and ass hole.

She eventually got off me, still dripping, and walked to the water to clean herself up. It wasn't until she turned around at the water I realized how exposed she was now.

The white material no longer had the structure it needed to form any kind of tank top, open down the center the material had retracted any resemblance of a cover hanging at her sides. Exposing her small tits, pussy, and the curves of her hips and waist, she looked so incredible and didn't seem to care.

She was making no effort to pull it closed while she walked back up to the blanket, the jogger came back smiling at her as he was ogling her exposed smooth pussy and little tits.

She sat down and leaned back on her hands watching the light show offshore again well onto the night. She never made an attempt to hide her body as the occasional beach visitors walked down and back past us on the beach.

She would cut her eyes at me and grin when people would pass us staring at her. She was enjoying her exhibitionism.

With the storms moving east north we called it a night and packed up. I again carried everything so I could watch her exposed body. It never gets old, even to this day!