[hail2thechief]

PART V

“How does this look,” Tara said, stepping out of the dressing room, sporting a promiscuous string bikini. The strings continued about halfway into her thigh before a small, brown triangle patch of fabric a single shade darker than her tanned russet skin. Her friend absentminded friend Liz was nowhere in sight, but a portly middle-aged man stood nearby and seemed to approve.

“Looks nice.”
“Ew gross.”

Liz wandered out from between two racks of bikini tops, numerous colorful bikini combos d****d over her folded right arm.
“Oooh, sexy,” she began, “hurry up and change, I wanna try these on.”
Tara returned to her room and shut the door. Once completely naked inspiration struck. She looked at the door and realized how little separated the entire store from seeing her in all her glory. So she finished dressing and stepped out.

“K, hurry up, we need to get to the beach in a few hours.”

Liz stepped in and Tara shut the door behind her. She waited, hoping not to hear the sound of the rickety door lock behind her. Luckily for her, her prayers were answered, the only din coming from Liz’s heavy jeans crashing to the floors. Tara would have to time this just right.

Tara couldn’t hold back a smile as more customers joined the queue for the changing rooms. She peeked under the door, catching the site of Liz’s tiny black panties collapse onto the top of her jeans.
“How’s it going in there Liz?” Tara said.
“Good,” a muffled voice replied.
“What was that?” Tara yelled, swinging the door wide open.

Tara’s timing was impeccable. Not from Liz’s perspective though. Liz was in the middle of taking her shirt off, completely obscuring her senses. She swore she could make out the sounds of gasps and laughs +behind her, but it wasn’t until she swung the blouse over her head and craned her neck around that she realized at least 7 pairs of eyes had an unhindered view of her shapely rear end.

“TARA! Close it!” she cried out. Liz threw the blouse down and scrambled to cover her bottom, reaching for her panties but momentarily losing her footing in the crumpled up jeans. She bent forward to pick them up, rushing and fumbling with them in her hands, intermittently tossing a free hand to do something to conceal herself. Time was going extremely slow, she was sure more people were joining the audience, fixated at the bottomless girl parading her bum in front of them.

“CLOSE THE DOOR!!” she said to deaf ears as Tara had walked away.
Liz lifted her left leg to get the panties on, unintentionally displaying more of herself, but she wasn’t thinking clearly. When the panties were pulled halfway up her legs she lunged back and pulled the door shut, taking solace in her privacy.

“I can’t believe you,” she said to Tara, meeting her outside the shop. “Everyone saw my ass.”
“Did you pick a suit out?”