Yes…but not quick enough

Nami rested against the pool floatie, catching her breath.

“Stupid wave pool almost drowned me.” She muttered into the plastic. The pool was busy, and no one had noticed. She was lucky things weren’t worse. Deciding to take it easy, Nami used the pool float as a guide and began gently treading around the pool. Her nakedness, unbeknownst to her, had begun to catch some attention.

“I guess people did notice me almost drown. How embarrassing.” Nami said to herself, noticing how people’s eyes tracked her across the pool. “You’d think they’d go on with their day now that I’m fine.”

Below the waves, Nami’s ample breasts were free to jiggle in the water. Unrestrained by her flimsy swimsuit, they rippled as each wave passed over her. It caught the attention of a few guests with snorkeling gear, whose eager and hungry eyes watched as she kicked through the water naked as the day she was born. The view from below was quite pretty, with her soft silhouette against the rippling pool, and the bright patch of neatly trimmed orange hair that led to her pink pussy lips.

The abandoned swimsuit was nowhere to be found, perhaps sucked up into the wave machine function never to be seen again. What a pity! Nami would sorely miss it soon.

“Nami-swan~!” a familiar voice called. On the banks of the wave pool stood Sanji, his arms full of goodie bags. “I prepared some lunches for my special ladies!” He called out. Nami smiled, her stomach already rumbling from all the swimming she’d been up to.

“Coming, Sanji-kun!” Nami called. She discarded the swim floatie, wading through the water as the level dropped lower and lower. Now used to the jiggle of her nude form, Nami hardly noticed as the water crept down her body, exposing first her chest, then waist, then crotch…to everyone.

It wasn’t until the water was at knee height that Nami sensed something was wrong. The stares from resort guests had gotten more intense and obvious. Everyone’s eyes were on her, more so than usual when she wore a flimsy swimsuit. It wasn’t until Nami saw the look on Sanji’s face that she knew something has way worse than she expected.

The cook was staring, love struck, a trail of blood leaking from his nose and down his chin. His pants were already tented, his arousal obvious. This was more than his usual fawning. His eyes dragged down her body hungrily.

“N-Nami-swan’s secret garden” he gasped. Nami knitted her brows together.

“My secret…garden?”

Finally, Nami looked down, and horror overcame her. She stood stark naked in the center of the biggest pool in the resort. Her long hair did nothing to hide her ample breasts, her nipples poking out obscenely from cold. Water ran down her body, trailing between her legs where her “secret garden” was exposed to the world. Her neatly kept pussy and red bush was on full display. There were so many eyes, Nami was paralyzed with embarrassment. When it finally sunk in that she was nude, she let out a scream.

“EEEEEEEEEEEK! Where’s my swimsuit!”