I watched in anticipation as to what Dee was going to do, neither her or Becca had tops and Dee’s bikini bottoms were completely untied and bunched up in her hand. She was not showing anything as she used her hands to paddle in closer to the shallower water. I walked up to her through the water dragging my tube, I asked her if she needed help with her bottoms, telling her she seemed to have had a few too many on the float.
She smiled up at me, “A few? I am fucked up baby! Will you help me tie this shit back on me?”
“Come on and stand up so I can dress you,” grabbing her hands helping her to her feet, she is a bit wobbly, but can stand just fine. I grabbed her float and tossed it up on the beach, hanging on to her bottoms with the other hand. I just took in her body just as everyone else was doing helping her walk up onto the sandy beach and off the rocks on the bottom of the river.
Then helping her get the mass of strings in place as everyone looked on a few making comments about her not needing the bottoms. Trent and I grabbed the two floats and the two tops, and we headed up to the trucks. Trent had already carried Becca’s and his floats to a truck, as well helping to load coolers as the guys ogled the topless ladies waiting to get in the back of the pick-ups.
While they girls were being chatted up by the guys, the redhead was climbing in the back of one of the trucks when the driver told her, “Sweetie, you got some pretty titties, but we have to go out on the highway, and I don’t want either of us to get a ticket!”
The guys all told him to shut up, she is fine. Trent told Becca and Dee, “Yeah y’all might wanta put your tops back on too.”
All Becca said was, “Well Fuck!” as Trent handed her the bikini top off the side of the truck where he had left it helping load the trucks. I grinned knowing Dee’s top was going to be on her, but almost useless as I pulled in from my pocket, opening the stretched out white top.
It fit just as I suspected, the arm holes were now hanging well below the bottoms of her tits, and the straps hung over her hard nipples but there was still a lot of pink areola showing from the sides of both straps that were now only about three-quarters on an inch wide, even thinner at her shoulders, leaving the center open just as far as the sides dipping well below the bottom of her cleavage, her under boobs no longer a thing.
“This thing isn’t going to last much longer.” I was thinking to myself.
As other guys in the back of the truck with us are telling Becca and Dee they can get topless again once we get moving, others telling them to just get naked. Trent and I just look at each other smiling and nodding approval of their comments to our wives.
On the trip back the guys were sharing a bottle of straight Patron and the mix of Coconut rum and pineapple juice in the soda bottles with the two of them. It only takes minutes after leaving the dirt road and onto the paved highway for the wind to blow Dee’s strap off her shoulder to her elbow exposing her bare breast, blowing the other side on and off her other nipple.
I am beyond proud of her seeing her half naked in public in front of these people in the back of a pick-up truck heading down the highway, and she doesn’t care one bit as a matter of fact I had noticed over the years she had developed a desire of showing off her boobs to others and I was loving it.
I see her giving me an evil grin and a wink, as she pulls her hair out of her face, I can tell she is well aware of her show and is in her own little world now.
It is about a twenty-minute ride back to the farm on Wire Road where we passed a few other vehicles, a few beeping horns as they passed the trucks the river floaters were in. When we finally got back the crowd had grown to twice the people when we left, many turning to see the trucks pulling back in.
The truck behind us only had one girl in the back, Tiffany. She was already missing her top and giggling while fighting off hands that were groping her tits and had already untied the left side of her bikini bottoms. As soon as the truck stopped, she stood up, losing her bottoms completely, squealing and laughing drawing more attention. As she exited the back of the truck several guys helped her out, lifting her up and carrying her a little ways totally naked before setting her back down.
When they set her on her own feet she said, “You guys are assholes, I need a fucking drink!” And off she went with several guys following her bare wiggling ass.
I looked over at Dee with her left tit still exposed the strap still hanging at her elbow, she was grinning and gave her head an evil little head tilt before her and Becca climbed out.
Candice calls out to Trent, “Hey bro, I need my bottoms back from your friend!”
Trent laughs, “Right now? Strip’um off Dee!”
Several of the guy’s cheer waiting and hoping.
She laughs at him, “I am going to the car to get my shorts first.” And off they go toward our car along with several of the guys we had been floating with, she pulls the shirt strap back up over her nipple, the top now doing nothing to cover her nice jiggling boobs.
Becca looks over at me, “I guess they wanted an up-close look at her shit!”
We just watch as she reaches through the window, Trent pulls the two ties stripping her of her bottoms as the other guys look on, this time she is not even opening a door to hide behind, turning to stand facing them as she starts to step into her shorts. One of the guys pointing his phone at her, “hang on a second,” another taking her shorts from her hand.