Don't tell them you lost your swimsuit

“Are you alright?” Erica asked. “That wave came out of nowhere.”

“I, uh, I... Yeah, I’m fine.”

You glance down at the water that is up to your waist. The sea water is dark enough that nobody can tell that you lost your shorts, but that also means you have no hope of finding where they floated off to. All your other clothes are back in the villa. You are stranded out in the ocean, and the only way to get more clothes is to cross the beach totally exposed in front of a ton of strangers.

Of course, the only thing more mortifying than the idea of strangers seeing you naked was the idea of being exposed to the group of sorority girls right in front of you.

“Say cheese!” Leanna says.

You spin around just in time to see her holding up a camera. You gasp and dip lower in the water as she takes the photo.

“Something wrong, Sam?” Leanna asked. “Afraid of having your photo taken?”

“Oh no,” you say, trying to appear casual as you stand a bit taller in the water. “I just lost my balance.”

“Take one of me and Sam!” Erica says. She wades over to you and before you can do anything, you feel her hug your shoulders and lean her head into your chest. “No one else from our dorm floor made it. I want to make them jealous of how much fun we’re having!”

Your arms are pinned to your side by Erica’s embrace, and you freeze. She was only touching your upper body, but if her hands happened to drift any lower, she’d realize that you were naked.

Left with no alternative, you put on your most convincing smile and try to look like you’re having fun.

“Quit hogging him,” Kayla says after a few photos were taken. “I want a photo with him, too!”

You gulped. If Kayla was about to be as handsy as the look in her eyes suggested, your secret might not stay a secret for long. The first thing she does is prop up your arm so that you flexed your bicep. Leanna snaps a photo of Kayla squeezing your arm and winking at the camera. For the next photo she runs her hand over your abs. As her fingers graze your belly button, you start to feel yourself get hard. Despite the coldness of the water, you start to sweat. You were having a tough enough time concealing your nudity before. But if your 8 inch cock was standing out in front of you, it would only get tougher.

Kayla slides away from you and then whispers something in Jane’s ear. The Asian girl looks at you as Kayla talks to her, then she smiles and nods. They both get on either side of you as Jane says “Leanna, take one of the three of us!”

As Leanna takes the photo, the two sorority girls lean in and plant a kiss on each side of your face. They’re both shorter than you and have to pull you down a bit to reach your cheek, and you wince as you realize that your ass has slightly emerged out of the water.

“Hey, Leanna,” you say, stepping away from the giggling girls. “You might not want to have your camera out here in the water. You saw how that last wave came out of nowhere.”

Leanna puts a hand on her hip. Her eyes seem to travel all over you in a way that makes you paranoid that she knows what’s going on. But how could she?

“That’s a good point,” she says. “I guess you and I can take our photo on shore.”

“Yeah, let’s lie on the beach and get some sun!” Erica said.

“Actually, I think I’ll go for a quick swim,” you say. “But go ahead, I’ll meet up with you back on the beach.”

“Is swimming how he stays so fit?” Kayla asked Jane.

“Don’t take too long!” Erica said as she turned to go back to the shore.

“Yeah!” Jane said. “We need someone to put lotion on our backs.”

You laughed and waved as the girls left, but you knew your problem was far from solved. Your towel was still on the beach, but the only way to get to it would be to march across the beach with nothing but your hands to hide your exposure. And considering how excited that photo shoot had left you, your hands were not going to be that effective at hiding your shame.

Then, you have an idea. The nude beach was just a little way further down the coast. You could swim there. That private beach was also maintained by the same organization that managed the villas. Surely there was a towel or something that you could find there. Then you can make your way back to the villa with more coverage. You were going to have to walk out of the water naked anyway. Wouldn’t it be a little less embarrassing if you weren’t the only one naked?

So what was it going to be? A few seconds of guaranteed humiliation? Or take your chances with the nude beach?