Thursday At the Beach

I´m not ashamed to say that I moaned as I sank my feet into the soft sands of the beach, or, well, the facsimile of a beach on the local riverbank.

It was technically the one place we could go in our underwear, as everywhere else had that annoying “no shoes, no shirt” policy. You would think that rule was made for the express purpose of making things harder for poor half-naked women like us.

But that was a problem for my future self. It wasn´t the time to think about conspiracies, or thieves, or anything of the sort. Present me was enjoying her vacation for once… or as much as one could relax with half the beach giving your weird side-eyes.

Was it because of our mismatched underwear? I know black and red don´t really match, but as I lost my other pairs, I didn´t have much of a choice. Annie was worse, with polka-dotted panties and the most boring beige bra I´ve ever seen.

Or maybe our reputation preceded us. The two dumb tourists who kept flaunting everything that ought not to be flaunted in public. Maybe they were waiting for us to put on a show. Well, I wasn´t about to oblige.

“Come on, Annie, let´s get away from the nosy crowd and swim a bit.”

“But, boss, no one else is swimming, I think there was a rule against-.”

“Just live a little-” I dragged Annie to the shore, our feet splashing into the wet mud of the surprisingly lukewarm river. We submerged away from the crowd´s judgment to, pardon the oxymoron, relax more efficiently.

The river was wider and deeper than I expected. A few steps in, and the mud disappeared from under my toes. I had to keep kicking down water to keep myself afloat.

“Eeep!” Annie cried out, splashing. “S-something bit me!” she said.

I rolled my eyes. “What could possibly-ack!” Something bit me as well! Right in my left buttock! It wasn´t a strong enough bite to pierce my skin. More like the kiss of a particularly clingy clothespin.

“Ack! W-what are these, piranhas?” Annie trashed about as small shadows swam towards our bodies. “T-t-they keep coming! No wonder no one swims here!”

These nibbling tadpoles thingies were multiplying. I had like three squeezing my buttocks, a few nibbling on my fingers and toes, and a particular pair of depraved fishes, each munching on my tits. I winced and thrashed. How did they know where my nipples were under my bra?

In the face of such unrelenting ****, there was only one option. “R-retreat!”

We swam back to shore, our bare feet struggling to find purchase on the mud as we desperately crawled back into the sand. The good news was that our assailants seemed to have no intention of following us out of the water.

The bad news is that they took a souvenir from our visit. Our underwear. My caramel tits swayed under the sun as my legs kicked the sand away, people gasping as they no doubt saw the finest pair of tits this town has ever witnessed.

Annie´s more modest, but still admittedly cute, breasts heaved while she sat in the sand and breathed heavily. As she noticed a local boy ogling her rosy nipples, she squealed and stood back up again, her arms trying to cover what they could.

Thankfully, we weren´t completely naked yet. We had our last batch of normal clothes and a towel waiting for us on the sand. A blushing Annie rushed past my peripheral vision as she lunged to regain some of her modesty, her soft behind jiggling as she kicked up sand. I followed.

Sadly, fate had other plans. A powerful breeze coursed through the beach, blowing away not only leaves, but our clothes!

“After them!” I said, giving chase to what remained of my outerwear as it blew into the crowd. My feet sank into the beach with each step, arms raising and falling at my side in quick succession. I reckoned moving fast to only have a few minutes of immodesty was better than a whole walk of shame back to the hotel.

Still, that short immodesty felt like it stretched on forever. The whole beach was pointing at me. Whistling at my jiggling ass and jumping breasts, mocking the stupid naked tourists chasing her clothes around the beach.

Naturally, my beautiful physique attracted quite a lot of attention, but Annie was likewise the recipient of her fair share of eyes. More chuckles than whistles. Unlike me, she trailed behind, uselessly trying to keep her intimates covered as she stumbled across the beach.

I guess people who wanted to ogle looked at me, while those who just wanted to mock the foreign streakers laughed at Annie. In a way, I´m grateful she attracted some of the most cutting remarks.

But no more! The breeze had left our clothes at the edge of the sand, right where I could reach them. I lunged forward and... the wind picked up again.

Of course it did.

Our clothes began flying out into the street.

So, we gave chase. What option did we have? However, as soon as we set one foot into the hard asphalt-

“Surprise!” The bright flash of a camera blinded me as it bathed my curves in light. A member of the press was there, seemingly waiting to record my delightful body into the annals of the town´s history.

“Now we have our story for the evening paper!” her colleague said, looking at the photo.

I could do little but ignore them and grit my teeth as we kept running after our towel-turned kite. Our little chase was still not done…