Alone and undetected, at first

‘Oh my god, Sam is naked!’

‘Holy shit, where?! I wanna see!’

‘Where’s my phone? Say cheese, sweet-cheeks!’

…When you hear none of these things, instead only the same vague murmur of people mixed in with the lapping waves and blowing wind, you ease up the slightest of slight amounts, and let yourself drift back out to sea a little, where you can stand without risking anything important breaching the surface. Your whole body is soaked, but your throat is bone-dry as you scan the beach. No trunks floating on the water, no bundles of fabric washed up on the shore, unless you count the ones still worn by Amy, Chris, Lex as they let the waves carry them in.

Mostly still worn, anyway: Amy rides in first, still a little battered from that first big wave, and as she flops onto her hands and knees on the shoreline, her bottoms have been knocked halfway down to just barely cover the space between her legs. Otherwise, her wide cheeks are fully out in the open to the open ocean, a faintly fainter triangle of un-tanned skin bared to the world. Chris stumbles in next and very ‘helpfully’ adjusts Amy’s suit for her, swiftly yanking the bikini bottoms back up into position and then some, bare cheeks wobbling once more as her suit gets wedged up between them into a thong. Lex chides Chris with a punch to the arm, but doesn’t avert her gaze, or camera that matter, not even as Amy takes advantage of the distraction and pops up to untie Chris’s top, fixing her bottoms as Chris scrambles to recover herself.

You blink. As engrossing as the scene has been, the discomforting situation of a bit of seaweed sliding over your cock makes you realize you haven’t been covering yourself at all! While you ogled your friends ashore, any of the others could have caught you buck naked! To your left, Denise, Silver, and Shannon were tossing a foam football back and forth over the waves; what if one toss had gone long and found itself floating right in front of your full-frontal display. Or, god forbid, Dana stopped kicking sand at Zoe and Tammy to take a swim? Or Brit zoomed in a little too far from where she was currently trying to take a selfie on the lifeguards chair? Or, or, or….

Bubbles burst on the water in front of you. You gulp, and clamp your hands over your crotch, as a snorkel has stopped directly in front of you, and you can’t do anything but hope that the be-goggled girl below it isn’t one who’s about to make things much, much worse for you.