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Thinking it over, Lauren could either stay with the lifeguard or go with Ronda. The lifeguard would be busy with his duties and whilst he was doing that, she'd essentially be alone on the beach in her birthday suit. Ronda seemed nice enough, she wasn't thrilled about the prospect of being around her nieces and nephews bit maybe she'd actually have something to wear and Lauren could finally get dressed.

"I-I'll go with Ronda." Lauren managed to stammer out of her stupor.

"Great, well I'd better get back on duty. Thanks again for helping Ronda. Bye guys."

With that, Ronda and the lifeguard shook hands and Lauren was left with Ronda.

"Well now that we're sorted, let's get going." Ronda held out her hand and Lauren took it on instinct. Raised up now on shaky feet, the two began walking further up the beach away from the lifeguard tower and through lot's of other people hand in hand. Feeling extremely exposed, Lauren lightly held her free hand over her crotch leaving her bare chest uncovered. She felt that her most private area was more important to hide, a ridiculous notion as she was completely bare assed as if it we're the most normal thing in the world. All around her she saw women sunbathing topless and leaving the surf scantily dressed, all we're much more endowed than her and none were completely nude.