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Probably not the wisest decision. she thought to herself. But as she stood there she realised she was beginning to feel the chill. She smiled. "That's very kind of you. Sure, I'll come inside."

The Priest smiled warmly, then opened the gate and indicated she should follow. Now that she was walking on stone rather than sand she began to notice how much her breasts and butt cheeks bounced as she walked.

"Oh, here," the Priest said, indicating the front garden. "You can leave your board here, if you like. It will free up your hands."

"Is it safe?"

"I assure you that nobody here would rob from a Priest. It will be quite safe."

Reluctantly she lowered her only remaining cover to the ground, bending over at the waist to do so. She stood up and brushed her hands on her behind, which she realised was a mistake since it was still covered in sand. She clapped her hands clean instead. It caused her breasts to sway and made an awful noise, but she felt better for it.

"You're free to cover your... self, if you wish." the Priest gently pointed out.

While the Priest seemed quite polite and unlikely to deliver a sermon on modesty, she nonetheless refused to cover herself. He was about to say "shame" there, she was sure of it, but she hadn't done a damn thing to be ashamed of.

"That's okay." she said instead. "Please, lead the way."

His lips flickered into a nervous smile, then he turned and unlocked the front door. He stepped inside, and beckoned her to follow.

Directly opposite the front door were a set of narrow stairs leading upwards, while to the left was a neat and tidy living room which contained almost as many tables and nick-knacks as British Dave's place. A sofa covered in threadbare cotton sat beneath the curtained window with a coffee table and two armchairs in front of it. Another door at the other side of the living room led into what looked like a kitchen.

"Please, take a seat." he said, gesturing to the sofa.

"Ah, are you sure?" Krystal asked nervously. "I mean, I'm still covered in sand and water."

The Priest waved his hands dismissively. "Oh, don't you worry about it child. You've had an exhausting experience and need a rest. I'll clean it up later well enough. Here, let me get the kettle going."

Leaving her alone in the room, he moved into the kitchen. She perched herself on the very edge of the sofa cushion to reduce the damage she'd cause. It meant that her hands were not free to cover her nudity but they were instead required to maintain her balance. From the kitchen she heard the sound of a tap running, then a metallic click, and finally the hum of a kettle beginning to heat up. The Priest stepped into the room and moved towards the stairs, then hesitated when he saw how she sat.

"Please, child, please relax. Don't worry about the sofa."

He continued towards the stairs and closed the front door. Krystal, meanwhile, reluctantly eased back onto the sofa. She felt the soft material pulling at the grains of sand plastered to her bare behind, but it felt nice and soft. She eased her back against it, crossed one leg over the other and folded her arms underneath her breasts.

"Lilleth!" he called up the stairs. "Can you come down here for a moment? A young woman has had a bit of a mishap on the beach and needs our help." He turned back towards Krystal. "My daughter will help you out. Excuse me, I'll go see to the tea."

The Priest returned to the kitchen, and a moment later Krystal heard the sound of footsteps descending the stairs. Oh great. she thought. Somebody else to see me naked. With her legs crossed her pussy was hidden, but there would be no hiding the fact that she wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing.

After a few more footsteps the Priest's daughter stepped into view.