This is another attempt to share with you a bit of what life can be like tagging along with Mrs. Pix. This is not every-day wear around the home neighborhood, but it is an example of how things can become more relaxed on vacation. This is not a contrived posing moment; this was her outfit for our day out on the town, shopping. This was not “flashing”, per se – it’s just what happens with this outfit.
There is no underwear – this is way to clingy to wear anything underneath. The racerback can be tugged to just barely cover her cheeks, but within three steps it is creeping up to about the position you see here. At this point it behaves for a while; the relaxation in the fabric around her waist (see the wrinkles) releases enough tension that it stops creeping, but with several inches of bare ass shining. In this position it is just long enough to keep her pussy covered in front, so while face-to-face (as with shopkeepers) it is impressively sexy, but “decent”. But when she turns and walks away - - - wow.
Of course, she has to keep tugging to maintain some level of decency, but even when successful, the act of tugging draws attention to do her déshabillé, making that effort at modesty somewhat self-defeating. The tugging impulse comes in waves: There will be intervals when it slips her mind and she strolls with her cheeks appealingly in easy view, then self-awareness returns and tugging resumes.
Tech note: This was taken in a shaded passageway against otherwise brilliant sunlight. Shooting a shadowed subject against a bright background is bad news, and you see lots of artifacts. The exposure was terrible; I had to really stretch the histogram to recover anything usable. The color balance was off, too, so the mix here is approximately right, but unavoidably artificial.