She turned to show us front and back. “Well, this is mine,” she said, her voice shaking with the same nervousness I’d felt revealing myself. I made sure she knew the look worked.
“That’s one of the hottest things you’ve ever worn, babe! God, look at you. It shows you off so much but manages to tease as well. I don’t know how I’m gonna keep it in my pants today.”
“It’s not too much?” She raked a finger through her exposed pubes. “I asked Sarah if I should shave before I wore it out. I was worried having this makes me took too bushy.”
It certainly made for a unique look. “I like it. The pubes say, this bit of skin isn’t meant to be out here, I’m not meant to have it on show in front of everyone. And like, you could suspect that if you just saw bare skin, but the landing strip makes it totally certain. Your look is totally obscene, but you’re still managing to hide a pussy away for later.”
“Hm,” she said, considering my angle as she looked down at herself. Her nipples visibly hardened behind the thin material, so I figured I was saying the right thing.
“It emphasises the smallness of the bikini, not the size of the bush, trust me.”
“You look fucking great, girl!” Sarah jumped in. “Million bucks!”
Katie turned her nose up. “And what are you wearing? Are you going to show anything off for us too?”
I expected more when Sarah shrugged off the straps of her playsuit and worked it down her torso. Well, no, I expected less. A lot less than the conservative white one piece she was wearing. Oh, it had a lot of cleavage, an open back and that 80’s high leg cut that showed a ton of hip. A sexy piece, but one you could wear to a normal beach or pool. To a nude beach, she might as well be in a full pantsuit. She smiled back at our puzzled expressions.
“You guys look ridiculous,” she laughed. “Gawking like I’ve come out in something scandalous while you both look like that! Get some self-awareness you two pervs!”
“I just wasn’t expecting…” Katie stammered, taken off guard.
“Babe, she’s playing with us. Watch this.”
Before Sarah could realise what I was doing, I worked my water bottle out of my bag, unscrewed the top and flicked it at her. She squealed and jumped as cold water splashed her chest, and when her hands came down, her swimsuit was completely transparent, showing off her nipples so clearly the piercings even glinted in the sun.
“Aw,” she said, “spoil the surprise why don’t you? And what’s with you and splashing my clothes all the time. I was gonna keep it secret until you guys saw me coming out of the water.”
“You can’t out-perv me,” I assured her. “I’ll see it all coming a mile away. Come on, let’s get our stuff set up.”
I felt very on-show as we walked the beach, looking for a vacant spot, and the feeling was definitely mutual. Sarah’s top was still transparent, and she flaunted the fact. The garments Katie and I had on were clearly only built to be modelled, not moved around in. Just walking normally, I kept finding I had one nut hanging out, and she was flashing a nipple with every other step. Sarah had said no one would look twice at a nude person on this beach, but that wasn’t what we were. The show drew a lot of eyes from the clothed, the half-naked and the naked alike.
They were approving looks though. I could feel that they weren’t just judging — they wanted us. Someone — no way to say who — even drew a wolf whistle.
I think it was that all the other bodies here could be looked at, but weren’t having attention specifically drawn to them, while we were done up so that most explicit parts of our bodies couldn’t help being noticed, seen and thought about. I would go as far as saying we were the sexiest people on the whole fucking beach. Go us!