To the bathroom

Karina was glad that she had grabbed some extra napkins when she was in line getting food. But rather than use them to clean herself off, she decided to do so in the bathroom. And she did this for a few reasons. First, she thought it would be inappropriate for her to be rubbing her skin in the middle of a restaurant in this tiny bikini. Enough eyes were on her already, and she didn't want to look like a slut. Second, she recalled her many wardrobe malfunctions in the past. She vowed to herself that she wouldn't let that happen this time. So if she was going to be messing with her outfit, she would do so privately, where she could recover without a lot of people seeing.

She grabbed the napkins and stuffed them into her purse. She stood up and dumped her trash and put her tray in the pile, and then made her way across the room towards the bathroom. She tried to keep up the illusion of confidence by keeping her head held high and strutting a little as she walked. She wanted to be proud of her body, curves and all. Along the way people whispered "what a slut," and "wow, she's so bold, I could never do that." She heard a few of these, but she merely thought they referred to her wearing the bikini in the breakfast area, which the resort allowed but few took advantage of, and certainly not anyone with Karina's figure.

All heads were craned towards her ass as it disappeared behind the door. Inside, she noticed the stalls were empty and she was alone. She began digging through her purse as she walked up to the counter. She realized she didn't have much with her. Only the aforementioned napkins, some dollar bills, some dental floss she kept for after meals, and the key to her room. She took the napkins and wet them down in the sink and then looked up in the mirror and froze. She blinked a few times, and wondered if she was dreaming.

But no, she was really naked. How did this happen? Did it come off in the restaurant? Was that why all those people were staring at her? She quickly tip-toed over to the door and opened it a little and stared through the crack. She saw her table, and her bikini wasn't there on the floor or the chair. But then she saw something that worried her even more. A woman was walking her way!

Karina quickly closed the door and ducked into one of the stalls. And it was only after she heard the door open that she realized that she had left her purse on the counter. Through the crack in the stall door she saw the woman set her own purse down and start touching up her makeup. Sighing, Karina sat down on the toilet, and waited for the stranger to finish up to go outside and retrieve her stuff.