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.
