Nope… after all, they need to dry off too

Ruby casts a thousand-yard stare at the water as she struggles with an internal debate. She really wants to swim and enjoy the water, but if she does that her underwear would get even more soaked than they already are. And Ruby isn’t sure if she could handle making the trip back to their campsite like that. It would make her long trek feel even longer.

After a while, her internal debate seems to narrow it down to two choices. She could either find something else to do or she could take off her undies and swim… Ruby spends several minutes continuing to debate with herself. “What if someone sees me!” She says in a rushed whisper, her heart rate speeding up. “But, there’s no one else here to see me.” Her debate continues on like this until she looks at the situation from a different angle. She already decided she was going to swim, and she isn’t one to go back on her word – even if it is just to herself!

With newly found conviction, Ruby stops hugging her legs and instead stretches them over the edge of the boulder. They do not reach the ground. She looks around again, just to make extra sure that no one is around. She still spots no one and shifts in place some, feeling the sharp rock poking her butt with each little fidget. She clutches her arms close to her chest, breathing deep and trying to prepare herself. She tries to keep herself calm. It doesn’t work. Without her even doing anything, her heart beat starts to race. She can feel the rhythmic pounding of her heart deep in her throat, and it is all she can hear. Her hands shakily reach behind her back as she stops breathing. She pushes her small chest forward and pinches the clasps on her bra. With well-practice precision and speed, Ruby’s hands quickly undo her bra, and suddenly the taut garment does not hug her as close and her breath returns to her. Her heart starts to crescendo, despite the fact she hasn’t left the protection of her bra. She can feel it pounding in her head, and it is disorientating. She can’t even hear the gentle wind or the rustle of leaves over her heart beat. She chooses not to focus on it. Instead, she keeps her eyes trained on her breasts, which gently rise and fall with her breaths. She hugs her stomach for a moment before reaching her hands up to her bra’s straps. She pulls her right strap over her shoulder, and it glides gently yet quickly down her arm. Once her arm is free, she clutches her hand to her chest, holding her bra in place, as her other arm frees itself from its bra strap. She releases a shaky breath. Her hands are the only thing keeping her bra in place. “There’s no one else around… there’s no one else around… there’s no one else around…” she chants to herself. She closes eyes, counts to three, and drops her arms to her sides. Ruby feels the soft fabric fall away from her onto the boulder, and the disorientating pounding of her heart stops. In fact, she thinks her heart stopped entirely.

Ruby can hear the breeze all around her. She can feel it coolly caressing her newly freed skin, and it sends a tingle through her. Feelings of excitement and of nervousness come over her. Slowly, her eyes peel open, and two rosy pink buds sitting atop two bright porcelain mounds perk up and greet her. It takes all her power not to cover them up. Her face burns a vibrant shade of red. Instead of covering up, though, she puts her arms behind her to lean back, thrusting her chest forward and looking to the sky, trying to defy her instincts. She manages to hold the pose for a short while, until she looks down and her eyes happen to catch sight of her reflection, then she jumps forward, covering her modest-but-there A cup bosom with her right arm. Her reflection does the same. She watches it, slowly revealing and covering her breasts, one at a time then both together. It so captivates her attention that her mind can’t help but wander. She thinks about how easy it is for her to cover her boobs, yet if she were her sister it would take both her arms to cover them. Ruby looks down and cups each breast in her hands, lifting them some. Her hands seem to be able to cover them completely. She frowns. “Why are Yang’s so much bigger?” She asks. “I’m grown up – I drink milk – so why are mine not bigger? Yang hardly ever drinks any milk, and hers are huge…” Compared to Yang, she appeared flat. Ruby has told herself time and time again that big boobs would just slow her down in a fight, but that doesn’t mean she didn’t want hers to be a little bigger. The only consolation she has is that hers are at least bigger than Weiss’s.

As Ruby slides herself off the boulder and drops to the ground, her heart restarts to the faint sound of tearing fabric from behind her. In a flurry of motion, Ruby instantly turns as much as she can and rubs her hand over her butt to check for damage. It does not take much to find it. Apparently, part of the boulder liked the heart on her butt a bit too much. It was a thin but long tear starting in the middle of the heart and continuing through her waistband. “No,” Ruby wails. “no, no, no, no, no! These are my favorite pair!” She sighs, shoulders drooping. “At least they’re not completely ruined,” she says. The panties, while torn and much looser than before, were still managing to stick to her. And, as long as she brought them back to the camp and got some time to herself, she could fix them in a jiffy.

It made her wonder though, does she still want to swim naked here?