The Beach

Feeling him close to me, I make my way to the beach, stepping out of my high heels and leaving them by the car. Others from the group are already there, and as we approach, Julie calls out, teasing, "Don't you need a suit to swim? I don't remember seeing you bring one." I smile back, "Only if you mind me swimming naked.", to which she smiles back, "Don't think anyone will mind seeing you naked, hon."

Julie simply laughed at that, a wide grin plastered on her face. I reached up, grabbed my top and lifted it off with both hands, though it was not hard, given how little it was covered by them. I pulled it up and over my head, making my northern exposure quite apparent to all, and quickly heard a holler of excitement at the sight. I found myself smiling along, handing Michael the top, before pulling the skirt off, bending far over at the waist in the process. Knowing I was putting on somewhat of a show, I shook my ass side to side and my hand reached my ankles, and giggled before stepping out of the skirt. 'Not that it did much, I thought to myself, as I handed that too over to Michael.

Happy for the warm sand, I made my way over to the water, stepping gingerly in. I made it quickly to waist deep, feeling the coolness on my skin, though my shaved mound felt it most of all. I waited there a moment, before Julie splashed me, my breasts bouncing as the water washed over me. I giggled, plashing her back, and proceed to swim further into the sea, doing a backstroke, knowing but not caring who may see.

I swam around, catching people staring, some of whom did not look away when caught. Julie was one of those, giggling, "You're not shy., I'll give you that. Let's see how long that will last, hmm?", to which I just splashed her, and we giggled. I swam a bit more, wondering all the while wondering what, if anything, was planned next ...