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Zoey turned back towards the girl who had outstretched her hand. She briefly felt a small brush of the fishing line against her as she kicked to remain afloat in the water. That was the final push Zoey needed to leave the cover offered by the dark ocean water, and Zoey took the hand offered in her right. Zoey was then pulled forwards and upwards, and she quickly shot her left hand down to her pussy, trying to maintain what little cover she could manage. After being pulled out of the water. Zoey released her grip, and quickly crossed her right arm across her breasts, assuming a pose which managed to cover her pussy and the center of her tits, but allowed the small group to see every other inch of her naked body.

The group remained speechless and shocked at the sight before them. Zoey has looked like a naked sea goddess walking onto land, with her wet blonde hair shining in the sun down her bare backside. The only sound managed was a short, but complete whistle from the boy who had played the right side of the court.

Zoey blushed, and the short two second silence was broken by the snorkeler interjecting. “Uhh... if you want, I can go back down and try to look for your stuff. I’d hate for you to like, work the rest of your shift naked. It’s sort of my fault.” He offered, his face reading a mixture of both enjoyment and guilt.

Zoey briefly considered the man’s offer, but her duty to keep the man from drowning himself overrid her immense and increasing embarrassment. “Please don’t. I don’t want you getting stuck down there. That thing needs a professional diver to handle it anyway.”

Zoey began to awkwardly navigate the rocks, trying not to lose her footing and tumble back into the water again. But without her arms to provide balance, Zoey was slow to make progress, and found herself walking unsteadily.

“Zoey, I hate to break it to you, but covering up ain’t doing you any good.” One girl tried to warn.

The bare blonde went red in the face, before looking around. “What do you suggest then?”

“For starters, we already got a look at it all when you broke the water. So covering up is pretty damned pointless. Secondly, this beach is far off the trail and away from the other beaches, so you should be good to just walk around in the nude.”

The boy who had whistled at Zoey’s exit from the water spoke up, coughing a bit. “Yeah, I think I speak for the guys when I say that you should embrace it until you can get back. We go skinny dipping here all the time.”

Zoey sighed, realizing that they were right about the risk far outweighing the sheer overwhelming embarrassment she felt, and let her arms drop to her sides. She immediately felt the urge to recover herself when she caught multiple pairs of eyes staring intently at her various private areas, but fought it back and reasoned that she could cover herself when she got off the jetty.

After a short walk up the Jetty, Zoey and the volleyball players finally arrived at the soft sands of the beach once again. Immediately after her feet planted themselves on the solid ground of the coast, Zoey allowed both her hands to assume the duty of trying to cover her pussy, and breasts from view.

Now without the dangers of underwater entanglement, Zoey began to feel extremely embarrassed as she looked around the beach and took hold of her situation. Her underwear had been the only option of cover on her person when she drove down the beach, which left her with not a single stitch to her name on a beach far from her intended work outfit.

Zoey nodded her goodbye to the volleyball group, before taking a deep breath. Because ATVs, and any other motorized vehicles weren’t allowed past South Beach (where the public beaches ended, and a small nature reserve along the southern inland tip of the island began), she would have to trek on foot to the small woods path from the reserve coast to the more remote neighborhood of her house.

Zoey decided that the only way to reach her house in a decent amount of time, was to jog there along the coastline. She decided that while using both hands to cover herself was a necessary precaution for if she ran into someone else, Zoey ruled in favor of pumping her arms in time with the jogging motions to increase her speed. The coastal wind wound and wrapped past her bare skin as she flew, her blush increasing slightly with each step. Zoey couldn’t help thinking about what the reaction would have been on a public beach. The mere consideration alone was enough to make her face redden, so she immediately attempted to toss the thought from her mind.

After a 10 minute along the beach, and through the shady forest path towards the neighborhood she called home, Zoey was so caught up in the pace of her jog that she had subconsciously forgotten the exact reason she was running down the path. Her even, bare streak continued all the way until she reached the outskirts of her neighborhood.

Her senses were alerted when she heard a light gasp from her left as she passed a mere ten feet away from the chain fence of her close neighbors the Martinos. She looked to her right, and could see Mr. Martino staring blatantly while clearly distracted from the grill in front of him. His wife looked on in equal bewilderment, having been right in the middle of setting up some plates for an outdoor meal.

The awkward silence continued for several seconds, before Zoey realized the exact reason she could feel both her adrenaline spiking, and the intense stares of her neighbors. She hastily began covering herself, while stammering. “I… I uhh… This…”

Mrs. Martino looked over to her husband, slapping his shoulder before speaking in hushed, stern Spanish. She looked back towards Zoey, before raising an eyebrow. “Why are you naked?”

Zoey considered explaining herself, but decided that trying to explain her whole story as she was was far too embarrassing, and sprinted away back down the path. She heard Mrs. Martino chuckle, and say something to her husband in Spanish Zoey only recognized a select few words from. Judging by the use of “swimming” and “naked” she could infer the rough context.

Zoey continued up the path, lucking out that nobody else happened to be in their backyard that day. After another short 2 minute jog, Zoe arrived at the fork that led directly into her own backyard. Without thinking, she sprinted through the brush, and directly into the sunny backyard of her family’s house.

The good news that greeted Zoe was that food was being cooked on the grill, and she guessed it was going to be ready at any time now. The bad news was, as Zoey checked the back patio she noticed her mom, dad, older sister, and younger brother. She stood frozen for a moment, and a silence fell over the backyard as conversation seized, and Zoey stood frozen in shock.

After a short pause, Zoey’s sister Tina was first to say much of anything, a hand raising to her mouth and a grin rising to her lips. Her dirty blonde hair glistened in the sun, and Zoey found herself extremely envious of her sister’s blue polka-dot bikini top, and capri shorts. “Oh my god…” Tina gasped, her other hand reaching towards her pocket.

Zoey’s dad immediately raised an eyebrow questioningly, his attention towards the grill grabbed for a moment when he turned for just a few seconds. “Err… What happened to your suit?” He asked.

A light chuckling began forming into laughter as Zoey looked towards her mom. Zoey’s mom had opted for jeans and a white tank top. “Welcome home Zoey~ Loving the new look, but aren’t you supposed to be at work?” Zoey’s mom said between laughs.

Zoey’s younger brother Paul pointed towards Zoey, and yelled out a declaration that made Zoey’s blood run cold. “OH. MY. GOD! ZOEY’S NAAAKED!!” He yelled out. Zoey quickly realized that he was trying to draw the attention of neighbors, and was about to tell Paul to shut up, when a sudden flash from her right stunned her.

“Oh yeah, work it babe~“ Tina said, her phone pointed directly at Zoey. Zoey outstretched her hands to try and block the camera, but another flash erupted from the camera right as she looked towards it, stunning her. Zoey groaned, and rolled her eyes as she hastily recovered herself. It took only a second for Zoey to deduce that her solutions to her problem all lay inside the house, causing her to begrudgingly sprint inside despite the blatant laughs at her embarrassed escape.

While Zoey’s unintended streak had ended, it was far from the last time Zoey would find herself exposed.