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.