Rescue Gone Wrong

Another six hours into your shift, you were running down the beach, taking your afternoon jog down the beach. You continued to sweat as the sun beat down on your bare back, and wiped sweat off your brow. One hour was all you had to wait through, before you'd have to go home, take a shower, and log into your online college class. You chuckled for a moment, thinking about just how easy (and somewhat boring) your shift had been. The only eventful thing to happen was some unfortunate woman had been stung by a jellyfish, and you had to guide her to the hotel so that she could administer some vinegar onto the sight of the sting.

Out of the blue, a sudden cry pierced your momentary tranquility, and you looked into the water. A woman on the water appeared to be panicking, and struggling for air. "Help! Cramp!" She cried into open air, briefly sinking below the waterline. You quickly sprung to action, and sprinted full speed into the water, and towards the endangered woman. She looked to be around 40 yards away from the shore, and about 15 yards in you began to swim full speed towards her location. You thanked the training you'd received in your high school swim team for your great aquatic speed, and quickly reached the woman.

Following procedure, you realized you'd left your rescue buoy at the chair. This meant you'd have to try to calm her down, and bring her to shore. Unfortunately, the woman continued to panic and flail wildly, your pleas to calm going essentially unheard as she continued to clamor to stay above the water. You sighed, realizing there was no other option, and promptly grabbed the woman's left hand, and began kicking towards the shore. The woman, in her endangered panic, suddenly began flailing all over you, pushing you down, and trying to stand atop you. You'd expected this, and accepted that the only way to get her back was to let her panic ride, and carry her back by swimming underwater. Her right hand continued to reach and grab desperately all over your back, causing you yourself to begin to panic as air began to run out. Luckily, you reached the shoreline just in time before you yourself began to panic, and claw for air. You stood up, and fireman carried the young woman all the way to shore, and leaned down to place her on the sand.

"Oh my god. I thought I was gonna drown. Thank you." She cried, chuckling a bit as she hugged you for a moment. After a short embrace, you backed away, and rubbed the back of your head.

"Oh, its' fine. Just my job. I gotta earn a wage somehow right?" You quipped, chuckling to yourself. The woman looked like she was about to laugh with you as she opened her eyes, but suddenly went deadpan serious and halted her gaze at your hips. A few seconds of silence ensued, and you raised your eyebrows. "Something wrong?" You questioned, putting your hands on your hips.

Your eyes panned the beach around you. You were back in front of the hotel, and the group of 4 older women you'd found earlier, and two girls your own age wearing bikinis standing around you, looking intently towards you. You began to feel a bit self-concious, though you couldn't quite put your finger on why.

"Oh my god..." One of the young girls said to her boyfriend, beginning to smile. You noticed smiles cropping up from all around you, and a few of the women began to giggle amongst themselves. The woman you'd saved was covering her mouth in shock, but you could clearly see a smile forming behind her hand.

You were about to demand to know what was wrong, when suddenly, you could feel an unfamiliar breeze across your pelvis. It was that same augmented breeze you'd felt in your dreams, only this time it felt very, very real. That feeling when air and sun hit parts of your skin normally shielded from view at all times. You gulped, and looked down as you began to hear outright laughing from the woman wearing the striped bikini.

Sure enough, there was no longer a pair of red lifeguard shorts around your hips. Instead, there was your uncovered, slowly hardening dick in plain view, and plainly exposed to the sun and eyes before it. You could feel heat on your ass, and knew the undeniable truth. At some point between when you'd saved the woman, and when you'd exited the water, your short had came off. Which meant now you were standing stark naked on a hotel beach, in front of around 10 guests.

"Ahh!" You screamed, quickly shooting your two hands down to your naked member. You leaned forward a bit, cupping your dick in your hands. This action was immediately followed by laughter from everyone on the beach, and the women began to point at you.

"Oh my god, he's lost his shorts!" One woman in a green one-piece said.

"I didn't know this beach was nudist..."One of the two college girls quipped.

The striped bikini wearing woman wolf-whistled towards you. "Look, he's naked!" She yelled out, drawing further attention from the only other couple on the beach that had yet to notice you, and continued laughing with the others.

You began to panic, and looked desperately around the beach. It didn’t matter where, you just knew that standing still was not an option. You quickly took off down the sand towards the path that led off the beach, trying your best to ignore the laughter as you ran past the small group of beach-goers near the shore.

You’d made it a few paces up the beach, when you suddenly stopped. You quickly analyzed your situation, and blushed. If you were to try and run back to your car, someone on the path may also see you. Then you’d have to deal with driving home, and getting back inside your shared apartment with not a stitch of clothing to your name. Not to mention how your job as a lifeguard could be jeopardized for leaving mid-shift.

The other option, was to take the other path that led directly back towards the hotel, and try to grab a towel or something else you could wear. That meant trying to sneak around the motel without being seen, which would present even greater risk than taking the side-path back to the lot. Not to mention the prospect of potentially encountering your manager, a beautiful woman with fire red hair that loved to mercilessly tease you.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a commotion from behind. You turned slightly, and could see the 4 women admiring the view of your bare backside, making small jeers.

“Don’t go~! We were just starting to have some fun~!” The short-haired, thin blonde wearing a blue bikini begged.

“Darlene, stop bothering the boy! He’s lost his trunks, and he’s turning red out of embarrassment.” A petite looking Korean woman yelled towards her friend.

“How’d you even lose them anyway?” One of the college-aged girls asked, shaking her head while smiling.

“I err... I don’t know! I just rescued that girl over there wearing the red bikini, and next thing I know my shorts are gone! They must’ve come off when I was pulling her in...”

“Do you have some back-up clothes or something? Or was that all you wore here?” The woman in the striped bikini questioned, raising an eyebrow. You blushed a deep strawberry red, and eyed the lifeguard chair. “Well... I normally only wear my trunks to the beach since it’s normally just easier, and I don’t ever need a towel since I air dry...” You explained, realizing how out of options you really were.

“Oh my god, he can’t even put on a towel!” The blonde woman said, laughing at you.

“So that means you lost the only thing you can wear? What are you gonna do now? Since you’re...” The brunette in the green one-piece began, motioning to your body. “...Well. You’re naked on the beach!”

"Oh I don't see any problem with this at all." The woman in the striped bikini observed, her eyes scanning all over your body. "In fact, I think I like you're new outfit better." She quipped, chuckling again with her friends.

You thought for a moment, but before you could make a decision, a new set of approaching footsteps from behind suddenly caused you to turn around.