Go for a swim

I decide to head straight on to the beach and into the water. No sense putting it off when I know the weather is good today, after all. I take a second to put my stuff down on a towel and, giving myself a chance to stroke my own ego a bit, I feel like a catch a couple of glances as I put on my sunscreen. On the skinnier side, I get a little self conscious sometimes, so when I see a tall, tanned blond and her much darker skinned friend lower their sunglasses looking in my direction, I feel like I can be a bit flattered.

Still! No one likes an egomaniac, so I decide to continue on into the water, lest I turn around and find they were staring at some beefcake behind me. The water is kind of murky, but the temperature is perfect, and for a little while I just enjoy things. I swim out a distance, let the waves carry me back: sometimes I angle myself to body-surf, sometimes I just let myself float gradually back to the shore. I don’t even notice the tide getting a little tougher, until two things strike me one after another.

By which of course I mean a particularly large wave, and then the body of another person who just happened to be standing in its path as it sent me hurtling along.

Coming to my senses, and up for air, I blush to find myself pressed against a very attractive woman. She’s on the wider side, smooth skin held tight in a black bikini, and brown hair held in a now-wet bun. Still, despite our impact, she just laughs and helps me right myself.

“Woah, buddy! You okay?” she asks.

“Yes! Geez, I’m really sorry,” I say, rubbing my elbow from a slight scrape the sand gave me as I was thrown along by the water.

“Cool,” she says, “just try not to rocket into anyone else.” I assure her I’ll try, with a sheepish laugh, and as she turns to move away I see just how low her bottoms have ridden in the back, her ass crack visible above the level of the water. But as she moves to readjust them, she turns and catches me looking, before laughing me off with a wink and a smirk.

Still blushing, I laugh a little too, before it suddenly dies in my throat. I realize something, and it hits me far harder than the wave or collision had:

I am no longer wearing my swim trunks.