Daniela. Bad luck on the beach

“Aaaaaaaaah!” Daniela screamed her lungs out. A minute ago she was floating peacefully in the water, and the next this monstrous rogue wave spat her out so far into the beach she almost reached the street.

“Ugh,” Daniela dragged her pretty head up from the sand, mud clinging to her chestnut hair. She pushed herself up, sitting on her knees and cleaning the wet sand from her brown eyes. “At least I’m ok- eh!?” As she kept removing the mud out of her body, Daniela began patting her bare chest, squeezing her smallish breasts.

To Daniela’s surprise, her green bikini was no longer on her body. She could see the whole length of her smooth bronze-colored skin from the tip of her dark nipples to the small, wild bush between her legs.

“Crap, this isn’t good. Where’s my stuff?” Hugging her knees together, Daniela turned her head almost 180° degrees like an owl. Neither her backpack nor towel were anywhere on the beach. In their place was naught but mud and receding waters. It seemed the ocean claimed more than just her bikini.

“T-this can’t be happening. What am I supposed to do?” Daniela looked around. She seemed to be the only victim of the monstrous wave. All the other beachgoers were fine… and they were staring at the pretty naked girl crouching on the sand. “Ah, I have to get out of here!”

Daniela’s first instinct was to run away home the quickest route she knew, cutting across downtown. Getting up and covering herself as well as she could with her hands, Daniela began her long journey.