Get out

Watching her bikini top float out to sea, she covered her breasts with her hands. She walked on to the beach.

She noticed eyes staring at her. She was scared, flattered, and turned on at the same time. She had never really gotten this much attention before, certainly not from her no-good husband. People noticed the little droplets of water dripping down her breast and legs; her hair was dripping wet and covering her face. She even heard someone whistle.

Then someone approached her.

"Looking nice...takes a lot balls doing that," they say, "And your body's not so bad either."

It was a young man. A cute young man. Black/Jamaican. He somewhat resembles Taye Diggs.

"You Know this is Jamaica. You don't have to cover your breasts. Clothing optional. In fact I'm sure you have nothing to feel ashame off. I mean you are the only nude person here that doesn't look like they're wearing a sweater."

That makes her laugh and comforts her. She dropped her hands showing her dark nipples.

"Now that ... is great. My name is Kyle," he says.

She shakes his hand.

"Listen, there's a totally nude section of the swimming area a mile away from here. It has a waterfall and everything. I can give you a lift if you like. It always nice to have a beautiful body along."

She thinks about. He does have a good body. She would love to see all of it. Maybe doing something wild would make her feel alive again?