Georgia's clothes are stolen!

Alice Kinsella stifled a giggle as she peered out into the pool.

Georgia had been trying too hard to act normal the previous evening, which only aroused the suspicions of her teammates. They sensed that she was planning something, and after forcing themselves to rise at an unsociable hour, they witnessed their pajama-clad colleague making a beeline for the swimming pool.

It wasn't until Alice actually saw Georgia skinny dipping that she accepted that it was happening. Georgia was normally very shy when it came to nudity; even after all these years, she was still awkward in locker rooms and showers.

Perhaps that was the reason she had chosen such an early hour to go for a naked swim...

When her teammate was at the far end of the pool, Alice darted out from her hiding spot, scooped up Georgia's towel, and made a hasty retreat. In the locker room, she was greeted by a beaming Becky Downie and Ruby Evans, who were triumphantly brandishing Georgia's kit bag.

"Should we be doing this?" Ruby asked. "Isn't it a bit mean?"

"Oh, live a little, Ruby!" Becky laughed. "Georgia obviously wants to be more adventurous; all we're doing is helping her with that!"

Regretting that they couldn't stay to see Georgia's reaction, the three girls headed back to their accommodation, hoping to catch a few more hours of sleep before starting their day proper.

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With no clock to consult, Georgia didn't know how much time had passed, but suspected that the pool wouldn't remain empty for too much longer. Water cascaded down her bare body as she clambered out of the pool. Her curse words echoed around the pool as she saw that her towel had vanished!

Wrapping her arms around her torso, the brunette scampered back to the locker room, not looking forward to the prospect of wearing clothes while still wet. But she quickly understood that wouldn't be a problem; her kit bag was also missing.

"No, no, no!" the nude girl wailed, frantically scouring the room, but it was as bare as she was.

Georgia squeaked as she heard the distant slamming of a door. The last thing she wanted to happen was to be seen bare-ass naked and soaking wet; and the longer she stayed put, the likelier that would happen.

Rather than heading back through the lobby, Georgia pushed open the emergency exit door, gasping as the cool morning air touched her bare skin. The village was quiet; was it still early enough to get away with her streak unscathed?

Double-checking the position of her arms, the gymnast ripped off the plaster, and started running.