Remember When

Remember when

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I was looking through some pictures from the mid to late 80s the other night when I came across pictures I had digitized, we didn't have digital cameras back then. The pictures brought back memories of the summer vacations we took in Lauderdale. The stories over that time period have been combined into one feature.

I should also add I was a bit naïve back then. But I did manage to land a drop-dead gorgeous wife, one of only a few girlfriends in my high school years.

We were both still young and learning new things about each other and I learned a lot while on vacation in Ft. Lauderdale.

She was raised by her military father and a very conservative mom in a Southern Baptist household. We dated through her last two years of high school and then married as soon as she finished her two years of college on the other side of the state.

She was gorgeous with long wavy blonde hair, a great active-looking body with big natural-looking "C" breasts, and a bit more than a full handful. They were topped with big half-dollar-sized pink nipples. She's in the picture in my profile.

I was slowly discovering she liked to show off her boobs by wearing tube tops, loose tops like halters or strings holding them in place, and men's ribbed tank top tee shirts when it was warm outside.

There were signs when we first started dating, but I was too dumb to realize it, I enjoyed her adventurous ways. With encouragement, she wore bras less and less when she wasn't going to work, church, or to her parents.

She had cropped several of her tank tops to show off her bare tummy and swaying boobs, I liked the hint of nipples barely showing through. Like I said above, she was almost always braless when we were out and about shopping, at bars, parties with friends, traveling for out-of-town visits, camping, or trail-riding events. If she wore a bra I usually talked her out of it after a few drinks. She definitely had the body for it.

Something I later learned in life about women, most are closet exhibitionists, they just don't want to admit it.

At home, in the woods, and on trips, I eventually got her to start flashing her boobs for the camera, but only when no one else was around.

I also learned a while after we got married that she had completed college bar contests to earn extra money for her living expenses. Tight jeans, bikini contests, wet T-shirt, sexy Halloween, lingerie, and a bare-as-you-dare where she won second place.

She told me her outfit was a string around her waist, very low on her hips, with a small loose flap of scrap material draped over the string in the front and a long narrow hair tie scarf for a top that didn't stay in place, it ended up around her waist. She said she was desperate and really needed to win to pay her bills and for gas money.

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The first time it really hit me that she liked to be seen while going from the Gulf in Florida to Fort Lauderdale on a vacation a year or so after we had gotten married. She was in her early twenties at the time fresh out of college, I was six years older than her but she was the more mature one.

We had been scuba diving near Crystal River looking for Manatees, checking out the springs and grottos around Gainesville and Crystal River. After a few days of diving, we headed across Florida on State Highway 41.

She had been napping like women do while we guys drive and I started slowly pulling her fluffy white cotton skirt up over her thong panties that were not covering her ass at all.

She kept sleeping so I kept pulling it higher until it was to her waist. Then when a truck passed us and slowed down I realized other people could also see her sexy ass and panties.

Several truckers slowed to look down into our car, oddly I was enjoying letting them see her. I knew I should have covered her up but it was a bit exciting seeing her barely covered ass exposed to strangers.

I also noticed she was smiling pretending to sleep. Nothing was said and I just kept rubbing her thigh and ass until we hit 95 and headed North to Lauderdale by the Sea. That was when she sat up and tugged her skirt down.

After unpacking in Lauderdale we went exploring riding down to Hollywood to check out the dive shops and charters hoping to do a few dives the next day or that week and to top off our dive tanks.

Afterward, we grabbed a bite to eat for a late lunch at a resort on the beach near the dive shop. Lunch was quick and easy, with nothing to write home about. I only remember it because of what happened on the way to the car.

We were leaving via the semi-enclosed breezeway that was open towards the ocean across the back of the resort. There was a slight ocean breeze blowing through as we exited the front door that lifted her skirt. She quickly pushed it down, laughing as she flashed her thighs up to her panties. I remember laughing and telling her "Nice ass!"

Then a few feet later as we passed the big windows of the dining and billiard areas of the bar, the wind caught her skirt again. This time the light cotton skirt she was wearing ended up above her waist.

I was a few steps behind her and just watched in amazement as she made no effort to push it down this time. She looked back at me with her cute evil grin and her eyes cut toward me. She seemed to be enjoying the guys only feet away seeing her panties through the glass.

Kidding I told her, "If you are enjoying doing that you should stop wearing panties this trip!"

She just laughed at me like it was something she could never do, I figured that was the end of all that.

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We got up early one morning to drive to Hollywood for the charter we reserved to do our offshore dives. While waiting for everyone to board and stow their gear a rather large pleasure craft was cruising the ICW with several young ladies laying out on the bow. The guys all watched them as they did the "woohoo" thing to get people's attention then two of them lifted their bikini tops flashing us their boobs, much to our apprehension.

"You should start doing that!" I told my young wife, more wishful thinking. A few guys near us heard me and smiled at her standing there in her bikini. That was all I said letting her know I approved of her being more adventurous. She just did the eye roll thing.

I should add her bikini was just an average bikini with a bit of a Rio cut bottom on her hips to show off a little extra of her young butt cheeks. The top was just the typical triangle-type top with the material held in place with strings behind her back and neck. She filled out the top triangles quite well indicting onlookers with her cleavage pushed together and out the center.

For the first dive, she had chosen to wear a dive skin so she wouldn't be cold. After about ten minutes on the bottom, she told me she was going back to the boat to take it off, it was too hot. She wasn't gone long and returned without it, wearing just her bikini.

She told me later between dives the captain and the crew member helped her, she giggled saying it felt fun letting them strip it off her. Telling me her bottoms almost came all the way off with the dive skin. I didn't bother to ask how far they came off, not wanting to embarrass her. But I was disappointed I missed it.

The guys on the dive boat were great helping the ladies back onto the dive boat. Telling them to just unbuckle the BC and they would pull it up off their backs and up onto the boat. Also taking their fins, masks, and weight belts in the slightly choppy water.

It was our third and final dive, I kept watch on her boobs pushed together and out the center of her BC. Her bikini top was a little loose, if you understand the compression factor at depth you will understand.

Wanting to help her play her new game, I gently untied the bow behind her neck knowing her hands would be full when she exited the water at the back of the boat.

At the end of the dive I helped her remove her gear passing it up to the crew. Then she unbuckled her BC belt and shoulder straps like she had the three previous times, once to remove the dive skin.

When the guy pulled her BC over her head, she didn't realize it at first but her top dropped away flashing everyone at the back of the boat. She was unable to grab her top floating around in the water until she stepped onto the dive platform.

She got a bit of applause from everyone while she held her top up and pulled her hair from her face. I was only able to watch from behind her, still hanging onto the ladder, but it was obvious her top was completely hanging down briefly.

Then on the way back in, she was wearing her white tank top t-shirt over her bikini. I suggested she take her bikini top off from under the shirt. Mind you, where the bikini was had become wet and a bit see-through.

She just grinned and said, "Untie me if you want me to."

I didn't hesitate and pulled her strings loose reaching under the back, then she pulled it up the neck hole in the front. Sure enough, we all got to see her now relaxed nipples through the wet shirt.

I was really starting to enjoy showing off my wife to strangers. It was exciting to me knowing they could see her nipples but couldn't touch them. I wanted to suggest the bottoms as well but figured that would be a bit much.

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That same evening was a trip next door to the Candy Store for munchies, drinks, and dancing. I remember her wearing the loose long-sleeved white sundress with buttons from the waist up. The lightweight dress was about mid-thigh in length on her darkening shin. Like me, she has to tan slowly having a lot of English/Irish heritage in our lineage.

The sleeves were loose and puffy with a bit of elastic at her wrist, the weight of the long sleeves caused it to pull the dress off her shoulders, which got interesting later that evening. I was pleasantly surprised when I noticed her boobs moving freely under the loose-fitting white material and with one of the buttons already undone it was invitingly interesting. I was used to her boobs being braless held in place with her tank tops, halters, and tube tops, this looked quite erotic.

It was a short walk across the street and to the club. Earlier that evening we had sat on the sun deck of the hotel watching the bikini contest and people partying around the pool, so we sorta knew the layout of the club already.

A little more history, Dee and her girlfriends had always drank the Jose Gold, usually straight out of the bottle while riding a horse. So that was what she wanted when we got inside, it had become her go-to for a quick buzz.

She was one of those happy tequila drinkers that got horny and lost clothes, just not usually in public, so I was happy to buy her whatever she wanted hoping to see more of her body playing her new games of peekaboo in the crowded bar.

After a few shots and dancing, she wanted another shot and a mixed drink, vodka, and cranberry as I recall. So I countered, "How about a button each time I buy you a shot?"

She was happy to play along and undid a button with the droves of people packed around us. This is when I noticed the weight of the sleeves and how the dress dropped off her shoulders more as it opened a bit down the center. Her sexy slightly freckled shoulders and chest were starting to show a bit more. The sun had made her freckles really pop out, I thought they looked incredibly erotic on her.

With her soft blonde curls pulled back and her bare shoulder, she looked quite sexy, or sexier I should say. She got her shot and we went to dance some more.

When we took a break she wanted another shot so I told her to give up the button first. She was quite buzzed and giggly and was happy to do at that point knowing guys were watching her. I was in awe because the last button she released opened the top up to between her cleavage. This next one opened it below her boobs and with it, off her shoulder, I kept waiting or hoping to see a bit of her nipple peeking out.

I left to go get me a drink and her a shot of tequila. When I returned she was out dancing with some guy. I was pleased to see she was letting the sleeve hang low on her upper arm. And her leaning forward was giving people a view down her top at her loose swaying boobs.

When she came back she apologized for going to dance with the guy. I told her it was fine to dance with who you want. And when she reached for her shot I told her she still owed me another first button.

Yeah, she had already had a few too many and happily gave up another, I earned two buttons off of one drink. The sleeve dropped to her elbow as soon as she released it exposing her right boob. She laughed pulled it back up and took her shot from me. The other side started to drop while she turned the shot up, but she caught or before flashing me again.

I wasn't sure if she was that buzzed or if she was enjoying showing off her boobs. I didn't care, I liked this new game a lot and still found it odd I didn't care who saw what or that guys were staring at her and wanting to ask my wife to dance.

I was a bit disappointed when she kept pulling her sleeves back to her shoulder while we stood there people-watching and her being watched. Then a guy about our age asked me if it was ok to dance with her. I told him it was up to her, and off they went.

He tried to get her to go deep on the dance floor into the crowd, I can only imagine what his plan was. She knew I would want to watch her and they stayed near the outside where she could be seen.

As soon as they started dancing she lost all desire to keep the sleeves up. I just sat there with my mouth open watching my bride dancing in front of all these people in the crowded bar with her sleeve almost to her wrist and her entire tit showing.

When the song ended she came bouncing back pulling the top back up, "Did you see me, I was doing that for you!"

"Oh yeah, I saw you want a feel and see?" I had to laugh at her and she knew what I meant.

She laughed at me, "I'm ready for another drink, but I want a water and a shot this time. I am getting thirsty."

Now I was wondering if that dress would stay up if she opened the last button. Will the opening spread wide enough so it comes off both shoulders, it was almost there already. And knowing what was not under it and how buzzed she was, would she even care?

So off I go across the crowded club to one of the bars to get drinks again. I looked back to see guys were already there talking to her. I'm sure her exposed boob had something to do with it, then off she goes dancing again.

I watched her while waiting for a bartender and sure enough, the top was off her shoulder again and she didn't care, I could tell she was enjoying herself.

I finally got drinks and headed back, while I was gone another group had taken over our table. So I watched and waited for her to walk back when the song ended. As expected her sleeve was still to her forearm and her boob swaying as she walked with absolute giggly confidence.

She had that look of drunkness on her face with her huge grin. I held up her drink and she smiled at me. Then reaching down as she walked toward me releasing the last button and continued to wobble toward me with her other sleeve close to dropping.

She was stopped by two guys her dress open hanging to her elbow on one side. She looked at me grinning and I motioned for her to come to me, worried she would lose her dress if she dropped her arms down and it slipped her wrists.

She stood there trying to excuse herself when the other shoulder dropped to her other elbow, she just laughed and made a pretend attempt to cover up. I could tell she had no desire to pull it back up. Damn, she looked incredible standing there topless, her hips barely holding the waistband in place. Dee finally pushed the guy's arm away from her arm to continue walking the rest of the way across the bar to me.

I helped her back into her dress but didn't re-button it, I was really enjoying her exposure and didn't want it to end.

I asked her what she would have done if her dress would have dropped. She giggled and said, "I guess I'd be naked!"

"Would you like that?" I asked her.

She grinned back at me, "I think you would!"

She downed her shot of tequila and we went to dance. I wanted so badly to just push the dress off her shoulders but I knew better, one way or another she would end up naked.

When the songs ended we left the club and went for a short walk on the beach. She held the dress up with her forearms walking the beach topless. I really wanted her to let it drop but there were quite a few other people walking the beach and I didn't know what we could get away with.

After she tripped the third time and almost fell I decided it was her bed time and we headed back to the hotel. She bounced topless across A1A in front of the hotel. Several people called to her and she waved at them.

Once back in the room, I helped her out of the dress, she fell across the bed, and she was done for the evening, passing out on the bed.

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Her next day was a sleep-in morning. I went down the street, for coffee and pastries at the coffee shop on A1A, I left hers on the counter for when she woke up.

It was just before noon when she finally came out to the pool looking for me. She had slipped on her bikini and pulled her hair back and that was about it. She looked like she had a rough night, it was the tequila hangover.

She said she wanted to go lay on the beaches so I went and gathered her bag and waters and we headed across the street.

At that time in Lauderdale by the Sea, I am sure not much had changed, that area was a popular area for gay guys. She had noticed they all seemed to be quite fit and hot wearing tiny speedos. She was quite content watching them a bit closer as the day wore on.

They would change on the beach with just a towel wrapped around their waist, sometimes dropping them accidentally, I'm sure. Many carelessly with the purpose of letting them hang open, to show off their junk which she would stare comment about. Women can be pigs too!

When the beach thinned out and the sun was about gone we headed back across the street to change clothes and go grab dinner.

As I said earlier, the hotel we stayed at was on the opposite corner of the once-famous Candy Store Bar, with the beach directly across A1A in front of the hotel.

Back in the day, The Candy Store was one of the favorite Spring Break party spots, it is long since gone, and is now a huge resort that occupies the entire city block.

We went for an early dinner having spent the day on the beach across the street. She hadn't eaten all day still recovering from her tequila hangover, those are the worst.

We grabbed a table out on the sidewalk to people-watch. On the other side of the wall where we sat was the pool where they held their typical college activities like wet T-shirts, bikinis, and the Bare-as-you-Dare contests.

I couldn't talk her into the Bikini Contest, I tried of course. She said she didn't have one like these girls were wearing, and she was right. Many of them were wearing the slingshot bikinis. I did offer to buy her one, there is no way she could have stayed in one.

We watched the "tiny bikini" contest from the hotel sundeck while sipping wine spritzers, that was when I found out about her own past college contests.

She had worn a flowered sundress, nothing special other than it was one of her shorter sundresses. I liked it because it showed off a lot more of her legs than some of the others and was almost too short to sit down in.

When the waitress showed up we ordered drinks, I want to say she got Pepsi, and the cute waitress flirted with us both taking our food and drink order.