...she ran to get her towel for cover

(chapter originally by hanskumoekk at writing.com)

Isabel sees that the men are looking at her, waiting for her to get up from the sand. They’re holding up her bikini and her phone, dangling them in the air to tempt her into coming over and reclaiming them.

“Hey naked girl! You’ll get your stuff back when you stand up and uncover yourself for us!” one of them jeers, the group laughing together at her expense. Isabel glares angrily at them, her eyes darting across the beach in search of an escape. Luckily, the private stretch of sand is deserted apart from her and the men.

“This is it, I have to do something,” Isabel mutters to herself as she aims for her towel. She forces herself up from the sand, her right hand clamped tightly over her crotch while her left arm shields her bare breasts.

“Show us something!” the men shout as she takes small, nervous steps toward the towel, angling her body so her bare ass is always turned away from them. She picks up her pace as it becomes clear she isn’t going to play along with their demands.

“Fine! If you won’t give us a peek, we’ll take matters into our own hands!” one of them laughs as they start running, trying to circle behind her for a glimpse of her naked backside.

“NO!” Isabel cries out, twisting frantically to keep her body turned in rhythm with their movements, hiding both front and back as best she can while still darting toward the towel. At last she reaches it, clutching one hand over her breasts while crossing her legs to shield her exposed sex. With a **** snatch, she grabs the towel.

“She’s got it!” one of the men yells in frustration as they sprint after her.

Isabel manages to fling the towel around herself without exposing more than she already has, then bolts away as fast as her legs can carry her, clutching the makeshift covering to her body.

“Don’t let her get away!” the men shout, their laughter following her down the beach.