Remember when, U-Pick It Farm
These stories are in no particular historical order, this was several years after was diagnosed and she really didn't give a shit anymore and was just enjoying her life...
We had started canning tomatoes, beans, and okra when they were in season, but before you can put them up you have to pick them. That involved a trip to the barrier islands where the U-Pick farms were located, usually in the hottest part of the summer.
The summertime temperatures unusually hovered in the middle to upper nineties. It's dusty, dirty and you get sweaty.
To help not be as miserable the wife liked to wear, not much is the best way to describe it. I never minded, the less she wore the more skin was exposed, and I loved showing her off as much as possible of her sexy soft body.
Her usual outfit for picking was her old cut-off Levi jean shorts that rode high on her ass cheeks. By old I mean she wore them in high school. They had holes, they were soft and just worn out in spots with patches of threads holding them together, there was no longer any material below the back pockets and the crotch had become little more than the seam, which resulted in interesting views on occasion. I may have helped with a little battery acid in a few places that would reveal her lack of panties under them. These were also the shorts she would wear to outdoor concerts, flea markets, festivals, and trail rides. They were by far my favorite garments on her body when she wore them.
She usually wore a bikini top, halter, or like today a very cropped white tank top T-shirt. They were always too small and tight. Pretty much see thru and the outline of her big pink nipples showed through. Not to mention the sway of her big 36 "C" tits as she walked around to pick produce half-naked.
We had tried to get an early start that trip but it was already in the low nineties by the time we arrived and picked up baskets from the produce stand and got into the fields to pick.
I had her go get the baskets she wanted. Mostly so I could watch her being watched with her long tanned legs, ass cheeks exposed in the tattered shorts and her tits jiggling under the tiny top.
After getting her baskets we drove to the field. Starting in the tomato fields, the farm workers were already working hard filling the wooden crates they used for transporting to the packing sheds with barely ripe fruit.
She wanted to start near where they had left the really ripe fruits. She wanted to use them to go into canning jars to make stewed tomatoes or sauce when we got home.
Walking down the road passed the flatbed truck where guys were loading the wooden crates already full of tomatoes, we continued to the row she wanted to start on.
I smiled seeing the Hispanic guys checking out the scantly dressed mature blonde gringa carrying a bushel basket. They watched her with plenty of her ass cheeks peeking from her too-short shorts and her thin shirt hugging her big loose tits. She must have been enjoying their stares, her nipples were poking hard against the almost transparent white top. None of their ladies dressed like the local Carolina girls, and they openly stared.
I was carrying the basket while she worked to pick the tomatoes she wanted, I didn't mind, she had an awesome ass and when she bent over the seam would separate her pussy lips from behind. The heat was already causing her top to get wet from her sweating in the hot temperatures. Her back and between her cleavage were soaked in no time. She even dried her face off the salty sweat getting in her eyes a few times with her top. She was hot and didn't care, lifting it above her big tits flashing me and the workers who were watching her.
Once we had filled one basket I retrieved the other and she kept picking while I carried the full basket to the truck. With me gone the guys who were supposed to be picking were spending more time watching her. I couldn't blame them, she looked quite sexy bending over, her ass cheeks and puffy lips exposed, the seam buried in her cracks and slit. Her big boobs swung each time she bent over in the wet top as the dampness spread across the front making her pink nipples even more visible.
By the time I got back, she was about done filling the second basket. We started working back toward the road so she could finish filling the bushel basket on the way out.
Walking to the truck she commented about how hot it had gotten. I laughed telling her she was going to get tan lines and it would be cooler without the shirt on.
Of course, she laughed at me and said "You wish!"
We drove over a few fields, while she chugged down water, to where the okra was planted. There were a few others picking, as well as two groups of the farm hands picking the rows. We drove down one of the service roads between the rows used to move the produce around and parked near where a group of mostly young Latino guys were picking.
There was a crew of Latinos working from the other end of the long rows, they were about halfway down working our way. She got out with one of the peck baskets and immediately went to work picking the three to four-inch pods.
I, on the other hand, grabbed my Cannon camera and started snapping pictures of her picking the orka. There was another younger couple a few rows over, less than a hundred feet away, the guy kept glancing at Dee's way trying not to get caught by the woman he was with.
Testing the waters, the sun was a bit brutal at this point, I told her, "Give me your top!"
She looked around, "there are people over there and down the row."
I shrugged my shoulders and said "So?"
She looked around again, over at the young couple a few rows over but within sight of her, put her basket down and pulled her top over her head. My jaw dropped when she dropped her shirt in her basket and went back to picking Orka topless.
I was snapping pictures when I heard the guy say something to the girl he was with, telling her she should do the same thing. She then made him move down farther.
Dee had her basket about half full when I said, "Drop your shorts!"
She looked over at me still breaking off okra pods, "You know those people down there can see me too."
I smiled at her, "Yes I have been watching them watching you. I want them to see more of you. You are gorgeous, I don't mind if you don't."
She reached to break another pod while looking down the row. Then I watched as her rattie-worn jeans shorts slid down her legs, she just stepped out of them.
She just kept picking and I kept snapping pictures. Stopping to pick up her shorts for her, I carried them while she changed rows and headed back toward the road picking as she went.
I snapped a few more pictures of her walking toward me naked carrying the basket with her shirt hanging over the edge. She looked so incredible with her bouncy blonde hair and fit nude body on display, not a care in the world.
