Catch And Release

I let the girl spend about fifteen minutes squirming in the surf before I decide to give her some motivation.

I move towards the shore a little, release the bikini bottom and watch it float up to the surface of the water. Then I stand back and wait. It doesn't take long for the girl to spot her missing garment. After all, she's been frantically scanning the ocean for it.

Glancing around to ensure that not too many people are watching her, she begins to slowly paddle towards the bikini bottom. I offer her a friendly smile as she cuts through the water. She scowls at me, then looks away, determined to pretend that nothing suspicious is going on. Maybe if nobody sees her lost bikini, they won't put two and two together and figure out what she isn't wearing.

Just as she reaches out to grab the bikini bottom, the current snatches it away.

She makes another grab for it. The current keeps it out of her hands. It bobs in the water, an inch away from her fingertips, but somehow she can't quite seem to get it.

I have to admit to myself that I love the frustration on her face. The bikini bottom is all that stands between her and a public walk of shame, an ordeal of bare-bottomed humiliation that she'll never be able to live down. I can sense her sweating at the thought of having to walk up the beach without it. But no matter how hard she tries, she can't quite get it.

And all the splashing is attracting attention.