[Beachheadache]

Hi,
He’s a story I heard from an ex of mine after she’d had a few drinks and lost her inhibitions – and most of her clothes. I’ve shared it with a few men who’ve loved it and It’s about time I shared it here too.
When Helen was twenty, she had a job as a swimming instructor. From her schooldays she’d always enjoyed swimming and now she was getting paid for it. She just couldn’t believe her luck.
When she first started a colleague told her to wear a one piece Speedo style swimsuit, not only did it look better but their straps never seemed to slip by accident and they proved a challenge to some men who would try to create a swimsuit malfunction if they got the chance!
John was in his early thirties and one of the oldest people in her class. He was funny and she found him attractive. He made his feelings obvious by chatting her up and caressing her when no one was looking. Helen felt flattered and excited. Helen’s colleagues had been wrong, John’s fingers were more than capable of getting her straps down and her small pert breasts floating free, leaving her breathless and aroused, while he whispered how he loved to see her that way.
He would have loved this forum!
A short time later, he arranged a date at the beach on her day off. They went in for a swim. They swam a good distance out; she’d suspected that it had been a lie about him being a poor swimmer and his confidence out in the open sea proved it.
His hands began to caress her. He asked if she’d ever swum naked. She hadn’t and she felt strangely embarrassed, as if she suddenly felt immature and less of a woman in front of him. John said he’d soon change that. Before she knew it, he was taking down her one piece, the same one she wore at the classes making it feel all the more forbidden. They were out far enough not to be spied on, so she didn’t resist – well not at first. He dived down, pulled her athletic one piece down to her thighs, then to her knees, ankles, then off.
Helen’s heart was hammering. She’d never felt so daring or vulnerable in her life before.
He smiled and told her he’d never liked it. Scrunching it up he tossed it over his shoulder and out into the incoming waves. Helen said that she’d expected her shriek to be heard over the wet slap of the waves and the joyful noise of the beach. She threw herself forward to grab it but he trapped her in his arms, caressing and exploring her body while she struggled to get free and find her swimsuit. When he did let her go it was no where to be found.
He watched her get more and more desperate.
Helen said her anger soon changed to pleading. She’d looked towards the beach hoping that she could make out a friend that could help her. Oh God, how was she going to get home…she was naked
John was smiling and enjoying her predicament. He said he’d get a towel later – much later. He admitted that he’d lied about not being able to swim. Helen said she’d been quite naïve then, not realizing that the embarrassed naked female fantasy existed, nor that he’d come looking for that certain woman to act it out with and that she had been one of many. For a moment she’d wished her blonde hair had been fairly tale long so she could have wrapped herself in it.
But there was nothing she could do except plead for something to wear.
After what seemed an age he swam off to get her something. Helen’s mind conjured an image of him getting dressed and leaving her there or worse still taking her clothes with him. As she treaded water, she hugged herself less out of the need to cover her nakedness but more in an act of personal reassurance.
She was overjoyed to see him coming back but she couldn’t see a towel. Losing hope of escaping her predicament felt paradoxically worse than losing her swimsuit in the first place.
His fun hadn’t finished, he passed her a small white bikini. She didn’t bother pleading or complaining; she had no choice – he’d planned this from the start. She put it on and swam towards the shore. Helen bit her lip as she walked up the beach knowing how exposed she was and knowing that he was savouring every moment of her embarrassment.
I had expected her to tell me that was the end of their relationship but she surprised me by saying that afterwards she’d got quite a thrill from it. And his other games too.
She was quite a fun lady…