“Quick, take your clothes off and flag down some help!”

She looks at you quizzically. “What?” Her voice is shaky and uneven. You decide to go all in on this gamble. “Look, out there is a smoking wreck of a plane, right? So this is going to be our best chance to attract a boat! I mean, someone must have seen and heard all that, right?” You talk as fast as you can to keep the girl from having time to think about what you’re saying. “We don’t really stand out on the beach right now, but if we make a flag out of your clothes, we might be able to get out of here!”

Well, that was your gamble. You sit and stare at her, trying not to look guilty as she clearly tries to process this wave of misinformation you’ve fed her. “O-okay…” she says, as her shaking hands start fumbling with the buttons of her blouse. You take your shirt off with a quick motion, as if to say “see, I’m doing it too!” She seems more comfortable after she realizes you aren’t just trying to get her naked (which you are), and she’s able to slip off her wet clothes. Wow, this woman. As she undresses, you’re treated to the sight of her large, perky breasts, still wet from the swim. Her messy black hair hangs down over her shoulders, framing her face and tits like a gorgeous picture.

She’s pulling her skirt and pantyhose off when she looks up and notices you just staring at her displayed chest. She gets suddenly self-conscious and covers herself with one arm. You quickly start unbuttoning your jeans, staring down at the button with all the self-control you have in your body. As you pull them off, you realize you must be in better shape than you thought, because you have a massive hardon stretching the thin fabric of your boxers. Now it’s your turn to look over at the girl to catch her staring. Soon the two of you are in just your underwear, trying to tie your clothes together into some sort of flag, but which resembles more of a wet, knotted rope.

You start waving the “flag” around like crazy at the water, feeling ridiculous, but dedicated to keep this fiction up through the end. As you peek over at the girl, she’s just standing there, shivering with her hands maintaining her modesty, watching you make an idiot out of yourself. You stop waving the flag and turn to her. “Uh… I guess maybe we should’ve waited until we saw a boat?” She scoffs at you disgustedly and mutters “pig” under her breath as she turns away from you toward one of the suitcases laying on the beach.