Laura’s Beach streak

“So, Lana Grass, was it? Ready for your final initiation before joining the crew?”

“I was born ready” I replied with effortless confidence. I was surrounded by a group of women clad in black clothing, which looked ridiculous given that we were all standing on a beachfront. Either they had a dedicated aesthetic, or these girls were conducting a burglary afterwards. I regret to admit that this absurd image disarmed me. I'd been chasing this band of burglars for weeks, with my only evidence against them being circumstantial at best. It had taken a lot of legwork to get this meeting arranged, and it turns out these crooks were dumb enough to not bring a change of clothes. But still, the rest of the world wouldn't need to know how easy my undercover operation actually went. Putting these gals behind bars would finally put my P.I firm on the map, and I'd be chuckling to myself all the way to the bank. Maybe I'd even be able to afford a proper office at last.

“Good, see that buoy over there? Swim from there and back.”

“That all? I could do it with my eyes closed.”

“Not, that’s not all.”

“Oh?”

“Of course not. You have to do it naked. Go skinny dipping.”

“Really girls? I thought this was a heist crew, not a college sorority."

The gang all looked at each other, trying to conceal the nerve I had struck. “Look who’s getting cold feet, girls!”

“I guess you are not tough enough to join our gang if a little skinny dipping has you squealing like that.”

“Me squealing? You're the pervs salivating to see me strip," I grumbled. "Fine. I'll do it! But you girls better get this out of your system by the time I'm back." I quickly removed my footwear, pants, jacket, and undershirt, standing on the beach with naught but my drab white underwear containing my fit, olive-skinned figure. To the hollers of the rest of the crew, my bra and panties followed, and I took my first naked steps into the water, gritting my teeth as the cold water enveloped my thighs.

“Woo! Nice ass Grass!”

"Oh wow, those tits are like cantaloupes."

"And a well groomed landing strip too! It's like she came prepared for this."

I submerged myself before they could subject me to more word play and cat calls. I swam forward, focusing my eyes on the distant buoy and trying hard not to think about the fact that I was naked at the beach. Reaching the buoy was no problem, and neither was swimming back. But as my bare feet stepped on the sand, I found no one waiting for me, nor did I find any of my clothes.

“Girls? Girls, where are you? This isn’t funny!” I yelled, standing up from the water.