Many years ago I was at a club near the beach. It was a hot night, and the guy I had been dancing with suggested that we should go to the beach for a swim. I gave my hand bag to the bartender, and we left. At the beach we undressed and ran fully nude out into the water.
When we returned after a while, I could not find my clothes. We looked for them all over, but someone had obviously stolen them. There was nothing else to do than return to the club. I was wearing his white shirt, and it was too small to be buttoned properly because of the size of my boobs. And too short to cover my bum.
But the doorman let us in, and the bartender seemed so happy to see me dressed like that way that he offered me some free drinks if I would forget about how I was dressed, and just get up and dance. He knew that I some years ago had been working as a showdancer. So soon I made a show for them all, first dancing in that open shirt, and after a while I took it off and danced fully nude for all the guests.
When we had to leave I was still nude and very drunk. I got my bag, gave the guy his shirt and went out to get a taxi. The driver seemed very satisfied with what he saw, and he drove me home for free.
I never saw my lost clothes again.
Jill
