A Secret Reason

The moment the car came to a stop at the , and the doors opened, Kristen took a deep breath of fresh, salty air. Her mom and dad were quick to begin unloading the chairs and umbrella they had brought, while Kristen herself began staring down the coastline before her. Before either of her parents had a chance to react, she sprinted madly down the path towards her destination: straight to the water. Kristen’s mom briefly considered calling out to her, but retracted her hand with a shrug, turning back to her husband to help unload.

Everyone who enjoys the beach finds something in particular that catches their attention. For Kristen’s Dad, he enjoys catching up on his reading underneath the umbrella with his toes enveloped in sand. For her mom, she enjoys absorbing the rays, and taking walks down the coastline. For Kristen, the water tends to keep her occupied for hours on end. With her sunscreen pre-applied (because her parents had insisted, knowing all too well they would have little ability to convince her once the car stopped), Kristen splashed into the water less than thirty seconds after the complete stop by the car.

Only Kristen knew the dark secret for why she actually enjoyed coming to the beach. Originally, she had begun loathing it as a child. But ever since she had turned eighteen in the summer, she had started swimming naked after her top had come undone by a huge wave, and she found the feeling of her unrestrained C-Cup breasts in the water relaxing and soothing while she swam laps in the deeper parts of the water (away from prying eyes). Her solution to safely discard her suit, was to swim far down the coastline, around a bend, and deposit her clothes on the beach somewhere where nobody would see her exit.

With this plan in motion, it wasn’t long before Kristen reached the desired location on the beach, and climbed out near an outcropping of rocks. She quickly stripped out of her suit, and then waded back into the water, ready to begin doing laps up and down the beach.