Taylor, 19, a hot college girl on spring break

"Finally," Taylor said when was on the beach, "finally, we've got to the beach. Now maybe we can enjoy ourselves." Taylor was tall, almost 5'8", and gorgeous, with long ash-blonde hair, bright gray eyes, full red lips, and a killer body. She had an hourglass figure, a high tight butt, and long legs that were conditioned by the years she'd spent as a cheerleader and on her high school's danceline. Her best feature, however, was her breasts, full, firm 34DDDs. She was wearing a small bright red string bikini. The cups barely covered her nipples and the bottom left most of her butt exposed. It felt a little uncomfortable, like it might fall off at any second, but she enjoyed the admiring glances it got her and she was certain that the strings were stronger than they looked.

"Let's hope so," said Isabel, one of her closest friends. Isabel was a brunette, several inches shorter than Taylor, with black hair and brown eyes and a slender figure. She was very attractive, but her looks paled next to those of Taylor, who had been the hottest girl in her high school and was one of the hottest in college. She had a bikini that covered somewhat more than did Taylor's rather skimpy suit.

"Yeah, it's been a heck of a trip so far," said Kelly, the other friend she was there with. Kelly was the shortest of the three, at 51'", and also the plainest. She was skinny and had mousy hair and not much of a figure. She had always been jealous of her friends, especially Taylor, who she thought could be a little snooty. She had on a bikini with a t-shirt over it.

They walked along the beach, talking and laughing, looking for a spot where they could set out their towels. It had been a long flight from their college in Minnesota to this island off the coast of Florida, involving a long plane trip and a long boat ride, and they were looking forward to finally getting onto the beach and enjoying themselves.

They found a spot and set out their towels. Taylor was getting many appreciative glances, but didn't seem aware of them. This always left Kelly feeling a little annoyed, as she took it for granted that Taylor really was aware of the attention she got, but chose to act like she didn't notice it.

As the three girls set out their towels, two guys walked up. "Hi, girls," one of them said. "I'm Eric, this is Kyle. Can we show you around?"

"No," Isabel said, "we're good, thanks."

"What about you?" Eric said, looking at Taylor. She didn't say anything, just shook her head.

The two boys walked away. None of the girls paid them any more attention, so none of them was aware of the looks the boys gave them as they walked away.

For a while, Taylor, Isabel and Kelly sunbathed, occasionally talking, although Isabel quickly fell asleep. After about a half hour, Taylor stood up. "I'm going for a swim. Wanna come?"

"No," Kelly said, not looking at Taylor. "I'll stay here a while."

"Okay. I shouldn't be too long." Taylor turned and walked to the waters' edge. She walked into the ocean until she was waist deep, then started swimming. Eric and Kyle were in the water close to her, but she didn't notice them and paid them no attention.

She didn't swim out very far before turning around and coming back. She stopped swimming when she was still in water to her shoulders. She started treading water.

Taylor felt hands at her back and on her hips. Before she could react, Eric untied the back strap of her bikini top and lifted it off over her head, while Kyle snatched her bikini bottom.

By the time she realized what was happening, Eric and Kyle were several yards away, with the pieces of her bikini, and she was naked, with only the water concealing her nudity.

Thinking quickly, Taylor tried to figure out if she could catch Kyle and Eric, or if she should just risk getting out of the water and running naked back to her where her towel lay. Or maybe she could get one of the other swimmers to help her. There had to be at least one chivalrous guy out here.