Here is a photo near the beginning of our latest day hike, when Mrs. Pix was in her standard cover up – one of my athletic shirts – very short with big arm holes, but just decent enough if freshly tugged. Of course, most of the time it is not freshly tugged, which results in the hem creeping up showing more and more bare ass and the arm holes gapping open, showing generous side boob. But she feels comfortable in it and unconcerned with those details, which is nice for us.
So … we had just begun the hike proper, just leaving the access road. She was wading out in the middle of the creek and decided that the time was right to shed the cover-up. Stodgy coot that I am, I objected that it was too soon, too close to the road, being concerned that another car might drive by - the road is right there in the background where the wash is overflowing it. (You may recall if you’ve been following this series that two cars had already driven slowly by as she was slathering on sunscreen, completely naked.) She just gave me a dismissive wave and proceeded to strip, striking this in-your-face, “so there”, “here I am world” kind of pose.
So what happened next? No sooner had she struck this pose than I heard the third car of the morning coming and yelled, “CAR!” She was nonplussed. Being awkwardly caught in the open with no possibility of taking cover, you might think that she would go into some kind of modesty clutch, but even having the cover-up available in her hand she didn’t budge … she just stood there as the car rolled slowly past, her full body fully exposed, full frontal, shaved pussy and all.
I’ve noted before that she’s not the flasher type, but once she gets comfortable in her skin, she really seems not to care who sees. That can be a very enjoyable thing …