To The Beach!

I don a pair of red swim shorts, leave my clothes and the book in a locker, and step out of the changing room onto the sands of Seashell Beach. It's a perfect summer day, without a cloud in the sky, and hundreds of people are out enjoying the sunshine. Plenty of those people are girls, of course.

I walk down the beach, past a dozen sunbathers and a spirited volleyball match, and plunge into the ocean. The water's so cool and refreshing it almost makes me forget why I came here. For a long time I just swim, forgetting everything else in my life, aware only of the roll of the waves and the roar of the sea.

Something brushes against my leg, snapping me back to reality. At first I flinch, thinking it's a jellyfish. Then I realise it's something much more interesting.

A bikini bottom. Yellow, with red polka dots. The strings twirl in the ocean currents, making it look almost alive.

Quickly, I grab it, and tuck it into the pocket of my swim shorts. Then, I look around. It doesn't take long to spot the curvy redhead, freckles on her pretty pale cheeks, nervousness in her sky-blue eyes, dog-paddling in the deep water. Her curly hair clings to her shoulders, and she's biting her lip, glancing back and forth to see if anyone's noticed her predicament.

She's wearing a yellow bikini with red polka dots.

At least, the top half of it.

I relax in the water, digging my toes in the sand as I enjoy the spectacle of my de-bikinied ginger angel. I can't see anything but her worried face and the slopes of her full breasts as she bobs up and down, looking fretful, trying to figure out what to do. But that's enough to make me happy.

I toy with the missing bikini bottom, enjoying the feeling of control it gives me. As long as I have it, the redhead's condemned to float there, feeling the current flow against her naked ass and tease the auburn hairs on her pussy. No-one can see her right now, but she can't stay there forever. Sooner or later she'll have to return to the crowded beach. And then...