Seaside Frolic !

The naked bike riders began their final loop from the fountain rest stop, up onto the heights behind the town and then back down to the sea. The streets were emptier and the noisome enthusiasm began to flag a little but the carnival atmosphere returned as they hit the beach. Debbi had been happy to take that final part of the ride quietly and serenely but was now up for more fun on the beach. If you think of miles and miles of golden sand on hearing the term beach, then Brighton beach comes as a severe disappointment, being made up entirely of stones and pebbles. But that did not stop the bike riders, who were eager for a late afternoon party and skinny dip !

Debbi was still loosely in the company of the university students. It was not possible to run down to the sea over the sharp pebbles, everyone made slow and careful progress with arms held wide to keep balanced. The tide was out, which made for a longer walk to the water's edge but also meant that the pebbles finally began to give way to sand. At last able to dive into the surf, Debbi frolicked around with whoever was close by, revelling in the freedom. A couple of boisterous youths ducked her fully underwater but she enjoyed the fun. After half an hour in the sea, she realised that she really needed to find Lawrence but looking back to the beach, she was reassured to see him pointing his long lens at her. She gave a cheerful wave to which he responded.

Making her way back up the beach was a painstaking business over the pebbles but Lawrence met her halfway to give her a hand. "Have you had fun princess ?" he asked her. "Great, a lovely day" Debbi replied. "Well, apart from getting lost !" They joined several others who were now sitting or lying to dry off and catch some sun. Debbi told more of her impressions from the ride and Lawrence reported that the organisers seemed happy with the kind of material he had taken. Despite the literally tens of thousands of photos snapped at the event, they wanted a professional and somewhat left field depiction to push their message.

Eventually Debbi stood, ready to leave. "Hold it" laughed Lawrence. "I have to get a photo of this !" He showed Debbi the picture he had just taken. It was of her bum but after sitting for some time on the stones and pebbles of the beach, it had a vivid imprint on it just like a chess board ! They both laughed. "Here are your clothes precious" said Lawrence, handing over the bag. Debbi adopted a petulant little girl face. "Don't want want to get dressed." "Well, I could try taking you home like this but I think it might cause a bit of a stir on the train !" Debbi giggled and slipped on her knickers, t-shirt and jeans.

On the train back to London, she fell asleep with her head on Lawrence's shoulder. I'm getting quite fond of her, he thought. But not fond enough to have any scruples about exploiting her image, as she scanned the photos he had taken to see which ones featuring Debbi could be cropped for inclusion on his lucrative web site !