By bike (a revealing ride)

Still in the garage, I put my beach handbag in the basket, get on my bike and see how difficult it will be to pedal with the sarong covering my legs. Man, I'm going to need to adjust it if I don't want to have problems with the fabric accidentally hooking onto the wheels or pedals. But if... I leave the house like this, waiting to see what happens along the way to the beach.

I feel the sarong slowly slide down my torso as my legs, rising and falling non-stop, put pressure on the fabric. A few streets ahead I'm left without any coverage beyond the tiny bra of my bikini! I look down and see my erect nipples pressing on the little white triangle, and the pink edges of the areolas exposed around it, when...

"Pay attention to the street, young lady!"

I almost run over a lady who is crossing the crosswalk! With the sudden movement to deflect, I feel the sarong slide down my legs and hook on the bike's rear wheel... ZUPT! And the sarong is gone! The bike skids and I concentrate on keeping myself balanced for a few seconds. Well, now that everything has calmed down I could go back there and get the sarong back, but...

I look down and see my few pubic hair on display on the stool, which means that the sarong, when pulled by the wheel, also pulled on my tiny panties. I take a quick look back: I see only part of my naked buttocks and nothing more. I see that I still have my panties on, because the side strands are over my hips, but it has become minimal protection, unable to hide anything!

The horny is stronger than any other feeling now. And when that happens, I'm unable to think logically. Have I said that before? So I decide to move on and go to the beach anyway. After all, that was always the idea, wasn't it?