Have your own beach adventure

Resigned to being awake, you get out of bed and pull back the blinds. The sun is out and there's not a cloud in the sky, with warmer temperatures, it should be an absolutely wonderful day. You look at your phone to see the time; just past 9am. You see the last picture in your friends chat, and an idea hits you. There's a beach about an hours distance from campus by bus. You could get over there quickly and have your own spring break, without the hassle of a trip to some tropical island. You find your backpack and unceremoniously dump all of its contents onto your bed. You change clothes into an admittedly frumpy out you plan on changing out of as soon as you get there. You take more time putting on your face, giving your hair a good brush and applying some flirty pink lipstick; something you never do normally. With phone, wallet, and backpack, you hurry down to the bus stop and just make it in time. With the long commute ahead, you text your friend Rachel, part of the group chat and probably the one person you can trust to keep a secret. You send her a short text, that turns into rapid-fire discussion

"Hey , I saw all those pictures flying around. Got me so jealous! Decided I'm going to head down to the beach myself and relax"

"OMG! Amanda, it's seriously about time! Get out there and go crazy, if anyone deserves a break it's you"
"Do you even have a swimsuit? Have you ever been to the beach before?"
"No I don't have one, but yes I've seen one. I plan on getting a swimsuit when I get down there"

"Well don't cover yourself up! You've got a body most girls would kill for, show it off while you still can!"
"And send me selfies! Have Fun!"

"I'll try, and I'll let you know what happens..."

The commute is pleasingly shorter than you anticipated, and what's more, you don't have to even worry about parking. The place is more crowded than you would have thougt, but it isn't so crowded that you lose yourself. You casually stroll the boardwalk, taking the sounds of the ocean, as well as the smells.

And the views. On the other side of the boardwalk were two surf bros, your age, maybe older. Lean figures with some muscle, but not jacked. Long hair on both of them. Utterly ridiculous 'tribal' tattoos. Incredibly hot, you had to admit. You hoped you could talk or at least wave, but they walked past you without even realizing you exist. On another day, you'd be fine with this. Hell, you'd be glad two strangers didn't give you a moments look. Right now though, it seemed to confirm everything in your mind today. You charge headlong into the nearest store in search of a sexy swimsuit. Thankfully, there's plenty to choose from.

Your luck improves, as you dont have to scour the hangars endlessly. On the end is a pure white, slender, barely there two-piece, tied at the sides and in the back, exposing nearly everything. On a whim, you buy it immediately, and than go put it on. Exiting your hurried get up, Your big, perky boobs and nice ass are showed off perfectly in this new outfit. Money well spent. You follow up with a big towel and some flip flops and make your way out to the sands. You spread out the towel, and get comfy, laying face down, your head propped up by your hands, your ass on full display in this thong-like outfit. You're sure to get attention now, and if somehow you don't, you'll at least get some peace and relaxation away from campus.