"Cazzo... 'fanculo... boia..." Giulia's mind was clogged with curses for the discomfort of her clothes, as it was all tight... TOO tight, and warm, and she felt her breasts and the area covered by her folded-up tracksuit like they were heated by an oven, and between a sigh and a mumble, she noticed that Alejandro interrupted his talks with Asta and was indeed looking at her, cokcing her head to show that she was listening whatever he had to say, she saw that he tugged his shirt and pointed at something behind her. Turning her head, she saw in the last dieing light of the day, the silhouhette of the piled baggages. << ...oh...>> said her after having totally removed the thought of all those luggage and piled clothes "...urca... vero... me n'ero totalmente dimenticata. Eppure... non so... mi pare di rubare ai morti..." thought her while still looking at the crackling firepit, not wanting to take those piled clothes for the thought of stealing from the deads, but another attempted deep breath made almost impossible by the tightness over her chest, made her curse one last time and jumped to her feets.<br/><br/>Walking with steps filled by uncertainess and following only the ephemereal and barely  lighting flashes emitted by the fire, she managed to reach the place where the group deposited all of their discovered and gathered goods. <<...vediamo cosa abbiamo qui...>> mumbled her while trying to understand what's in her hands <<... bottiglie, no>> in the darkness and with her eyes still not used to that darknes after the time spent a few meters away from the flames, she tried to touch everything that was darker than the now blue-tinged sand; It was at least her fifth try that her soft hands managed to feel something that was not a bottle, a pack of medicine or other things. With care, she opened the bag and, one by one, extracted its content, moving her findings in front of her, using the fire in the near distance to show at least the outline of the thing in her hands. After having extracted what seemed a t-shirt, she couldn't bare the feeling on her chest and, hoping that nobody was looking and also praying the darkness, pulled the folded-up tank top over her head, trying not to undo the knot that held her hairs in a chignon. As soon as the tank top was throwed in the sand and her large breasts popped in the fresh evening air she couldn't but smile and close her eyes, enjoying the freedom that an unrestrained chest can give, and, finally, she could take a deep breath without stretching or feeling her bosom to push against the thick cloth of the discarded improvised bra. The crackling of the fire reminded her that she was not alone and, in a blur, managed to get her hands on the thing she imagined being a t-shirt.<br/><br/>The fabric was fresh, thin and seemed to breathe well and, always caring for her hairs and glasses, moved the new item on her torso, but as soon as she pulled the white-ish fabric over her body, the similar feeling of being constrained reappeared, even if this time it was definitely bearable. She decided to dig in again in the sparsed clothes, maybe finding something for her legs, but after a pair of long-leg jeans and a swimsuit, she extracted what could have been a summer dress; placing it against her body, she felt that it could cover her from torso to the thighs, and again, it felt fresh and, definitely, it would not cling to her body. Smiling, she tossed away the t-shirt and wore that new item. <<ahh....>> she sighed, feeling the long and light fabric to move in the slightest of seabreeze that also passed trough and caressed her body. Quickly, she removed her folded-up tracksuit pants, leaving her light-blue polka-dotted panties on she felt comfortable and ready for the evening... or the day after.<br/><br/>Finally, with the new clothes on, she started to walk back to the fire pit, smiling to herself for the feeling of freshness and for how well it breathed; Still, in the darkness of the cloth-piles, she had not managed to see how thin, sheer and semi transparent the dress (clearly intended to be worn over a bikini) was...