Sit on the bench.

You carefully sit down on the bench, hoping nobody catches a glimpse of your bareness beneath. You can feel the cold wood against your unclothed bottom as you relax--as best you can, anyway. As you sit there, you look at the various people walking past. They're completely unaware that you're wearing no panties. It's almost exciting. Almost.

Perhaps this day wouldn't be so bad. A wind couldn't blow up your skirt if you stayed sitting. Nobody would ever find out your naughty secret.

You start to relax, but you see somebody coming your way.

He appears to be a taller man with neck-length black hair and an impressive body. His name is Troy, and he's been your friend since you met him in your university math class. Secretly, you have thought about asking to be more than friends, but never had the courage.

He approaches from the beach dressed in nothing but a short pair of blue swimming trunks, and it definitely shows off the fit body you never knew he had. You start to ogle before catching yourself.

Troy gives you a charming smile before sitting down beside you, taking an affectionate hold of your shoulder. "Hey, Jane! I haven't seen you in a few days. I missed you. How've you been?"

You start to shift nervously, since you can still feel the bench touching your bare bottom. You bite your lip, praying that he doesn't somehow notice, but he's directly beside you! What if he finds out?

"You look great today," he adds. "What brings you down here?"

You explain how your sister booted you from your house, though you opt to not mention your lack of undergarments in the story you tell.

"That's tough," he says sympathetically. "Hey. Come over here. I want to show you something." He stands up and walks away, giving you an impressive glance at the wet, tight shorts against his rear. He appears to be walking towards a backpack and a towel.