You follow her

You try and keep pace with Bianca on the path while covering yourself. Eventually, the path leads to a tall fence. Bianca opens a door and peaks out. Then she looks back at you and gestures with a finger. You follow her through and realize that you’ve left the nude beach.

“Um, Bianca?” you ask. “Doesn’t this path lead to the non-nude beach?”

“It does. But before we get there, we’ll reach a table with some towels you can use.” Bianca turns around as she walks and smiles at the sight of you trying to cover yourself while you follow. “Nobody walks down this path, Sam,” she calls back to you. “You do not need to hide behind your hands. It’s just you and me. And I’ve already seen every inch of you.” She flashes a smile at you and you break eye contact.

“Uh, that’s ok,” you reply. “I’ll just wait for that towel.”

“Hmmmm,” Bianca says as she comes to a stop. “I’m afraid you may have to wait a little longer.”

As the path reaches a fork, you arrive at a table. A table that holds some brochures, but no towels.

You glance nervously in every direction. “What now?” you ask.

“There are more towels down the road,” she says. “Unfortunately, that would require us to walk on the beach. And, given your current....” she touches your collarbone and runs a single finger down your torso, “... appearance... you may want to wait here.”

“Um, ok,” you say.

“Stay right, there,” Bianca says as she walks away, “I’d hate to lose sight of you.” Her breasts press together as she reaches up and blows you a soft kiss with both hands.

“Likewise,” you mumble.

Once you’re alone, you begin to get anxious. This path has you in the middle of an intersection with nowhere to go. But at least Bianca said that nobody ever walked this way.