Go to the changeroom.

Frustrated and embarrassed, you hurry with Emily towards the changerooms, all the while holding up a towel hoping to conceal her body. You didn't do a great job. You pushed past a few guys who all ogled at your fiance before you got into the door to the changeroom foyer. From here there were three doors. One was for men, one women, and one was a 'mixed' room for parents and the like.

Emily looked you up and down then sighed. "The bag, Mark. I think you left it behind." She said.

"Oh, shit. Okay, I'll be right back." You exclaimed as you ran out of the room and rushed back towards where you were sitting, except you couldn't find the bag. You spent minutes pacing the grassed area, looking left to right as you scanned the ground keenly and felt dread from the thought of it being stolen. That thought triggered another, and you hurried to the front desk hoping that someone had handed it in. As you ran towards the entrance, you spotted a middle-aged woman carrying the bag towards the same way you were headed.

"Excuse me!" You exclaimed as you jogged towards her, slightly out of breath.

"Oh. I presume you're the bag owner." She said, looking you over with a stern gaze.

"I am. Thanks for picking it up for me." You offered a smile.

"Hmph. Try not to be so careless." The stranger scolded you.

"Yeah, sure." You said dismissively as you reclaimed the bag before turning around and running for the changeroom foyer again. As you pushed the door open and looked around, you grunted your frustration when you failed to spot Emily. You walked into the mixed room and spotted Emily sitting on a bench and one other man standing nearby, chatting with her. What shocked you was that her towel was laying on the floor, alongside her bikini. She sat in front of this stranger with her bare breasts exposed, and she seemed to be enjoying the attention.

They hadn't seen you yet so you stepped aside and hid behind a column, barely able to peek around the corner without being noticed.

"Hah! Oh stop it." Emily said. You could hear her playful smile in her voice. You felt a strange sick swelling in your stomach. You weren't sure about the situation.

"It certainly is true, if I may say so. You have such a stunning body. Any clothing would do it injustice." The man called Dennis interjected while looking your fiance's body over. He was quite tall and thin with lengthy brown hair. He was wearing board-shorts and had no shirt on.

"Oh, stop it!" Emily laughed.

"It's true. All natural beauty, huh? Your fiance is a lucky man." He said firmly. "Why, those must be D-cups at least?" He asked curiously.

"They sure are..." Emily said as she raised both hands to her chest, squeezing her ample breasts together. Her hands lingered there, very barely massaging her chest. You felt your stomach churn, but you also felt your cock begin to stir in your shorts. You shifted uncomfortably, hoping Emily wouldn't notice you.

"Excuse me for saying, but they are absolutely mesmerizing. I feel like I could sink into them. Ah..." Dennis grunted then sat down beside Emily. He looked away and laughed slightly. "Sorry, just seeing you is enough for me to react." He said, unabashed. Surely enough, there was quite a swelling in his pants. Emily had noticed too.

"Oh? Sorry, did I do that?" She asked with a smile.

"You did. Or rather, your breasts did." He said with a slight grin.

"What, just these?" Emily asked with a pout, sticking her chest out while squeezing her tits together. Dennis grunted again.

"I could look at them all day, but I'd go insane." He explained.

"What, just look...?" Emily said with a raised brow and a sly smirk.

You knew where this was heading and knew that you had to stop it. At the same time for some reason you wanted to see things go further.