(This is the continuation of Beach Bonfire. Probably a good idea to have a read of it before this one... Ooshnafloot.)
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Standing at the end of the bed, she took her bra, t-shirt, short and panties, rolled them up and threw them to me.
"Okay," she said calmly. "I'm ready."
Wow, I thought. She is one fine looking naked woman. And she just told me she was willing to show it to the world. Wow.
I threw her panties back at her. "Seriously, you better put them on for now, they can come off again in the car."
Silently she took them and put them on. They were small yellow cotton ones, small but enough to cover her hair. I checked in my pockets. Wallet, keys, phone all there, good. Pity my sunglasses were back in the house. I should keep them in the car, I made a mental note to myself.
"All done? Then let's go." No point in letting her think about it too much.
I opened the door, her clothes in hand. I motioned for her to go first. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a moment before taking a final look at me. I nodded, and she stepped through to the lounge, and out into the world.
We both stopped in front of the door and I closed it behind us, symbolically blocking any return. There were half a dozen people on the sofas watching MTV, only one of them a girl. My fuck cringed and went bright red, instinctively covering her breasts with her hands.
"Hands off," I whispered a warning and she dropped her arms to her side. "Where's all your stuff? You got a purse or bag or something?"
"A back-pack," she said. I chuckled and she guessed why. A backpack, not a handbag. It's true she possibly was still a kid, she thought. A topless one.
"Where is it?"
"I don't know, I can't remember where I put it. I don't think it was inside, I don't remember coming inside."
Thank goodness, I thought, my mind back to how drunk she was when I first led her through this lounge. I held her hand and walked her past the gawking lads in the room, none of them saying a word, just staring in disbelief at their ever-hidden friend's tits bobble past them. We went through the front door and onto the porch. The sun made both of us squint. There was a small area of low shrubs in front of the shack, then a small sandy path to the beach which lay out in front. The tide looked high, almost up to the big black pit of coals where the main fire had been last night. I looked over at my fuck. Undoubtedly she was uncomfortable and would have given anything to cover up, but to her credit she kept her arms to her side, her breasts pointing out to the world.
"Don't hunch your shoulders," I told her. "Where did you leave it?"
"Out there, I guess," she said, squinting into the distance.
Again I took her hand and led her to the sand. The boys in the shack were all up at the window now, staring and murmuring. Out on the beach it was busy but no little kids thanks goodness. It was pretty apparent there were no bags left on the beach, not in any direction. All we could sopt were guys walking at us from all directions, getting closer to see if they could better see what they thought they were seeing. She was mighty nervous and even more flustered when a couple of guys came close. I thought she was going to make a run for it, instead she jumped in behind me.
"You guys look like you lost something. Can we help?" one of them asked in a genuinely friendly way, just in time to relax her building panic. Mind you, no guesses for where their eyes were trying to look.
"Left her bag out here somewhere last night," I said.
"What kinda bag was it?" asked the other chap in a Scottish accent, which was weird for these parts.
"A little yellow back-pack," my fuck answered quietly.
"Aye, to match your clothes, then," sprouted the Scot. She laughed nervously, they laughed heartily. I just smiled.
"I think you'll find it up in that shack back there," said the other guy, pointing to where we had just come from. "Earlier I saw people carting a whole lot of stuff back from around that fire place up and into the shack. It's probably in with that lot," he told.
"Really?" she said, looking around at the shack and the boys now out on the porch peering over our way.
"You better go check," I told her, sending her on her way back to the shack. "Thanks guys."
"No! Thank you, mate!" grinned the Scot.
My fuck walked hesitatingly back to the male audience at the front of the shack.
"You lost your clothes?" asked one of them, thinking he was helping.
"My bag," she said, hands on hips before them. The wind had made her hair a mess and nipples hard and for a moment no one moved an inch, just staring at those perfect breasts they all these years imagined she had.
"It's yellow," she said to wake them.
"Right. Right. Yes, come have a look, there's a whole lot of stuff in here."
I stayed outside at the top of the beach while she went in. It was an age before she returned with her small pack. I could only imagine the diversions those boys were creating to keep her in there with them.
"Got it, huh?"
"Eventually," she said, not entirely happily. Her breasts held such firm shape when she walked, amazing really. I smiled.
"Which one's your car?" she asked looking at the rubble-laid car-park to the right of where we were.
"None of them," I said. She looked at me confused.
"I parked over at that other lot, walked along the beach, didn't know any better, just followed those guys that brought me here."
"Where?"
"Over there," I pointed to the distance.
She looked at me, at the clothes I held in my hand, looked back at the shack then along the beach to where the car park was in the distance. It must be near lunchtime, we both were starving. People lined the beach. I could see the fear in my fuck's eyes - before today only one guy had ever seen her breasts. Now they had hickeys all over them and already a dozen guys from the party knew what they looked like naked. It wasn't meant to be like this, she thought. Only the most intimate of boyfriends are meant to see a girls breasts, and even then she was embarrassed to show them. Along this beach there were dozens of people, some of them might even know her, know her family.
"You want me to just walk past and show my breasts to all those people? Are you mad? I can't do that. People will recognize me."
"Up to you, girl. I'm not making you do anything. If you want your clothes back, here you are."
She put her hands to her temples. Her head still hurt.
"Jesus Christ," she said, then started walking. Turning back at me she yelled, "Come on then, at least can you move quickly?!"
I stepped up, took her by the hand and led her down to the water to walk along the hard sand. I made her stop for a while while I took my own jeans off so we could walk with our feet in the water. I had black boxers underneath that looked close enough to shorts. I held our clothes and my shoes in one hand, her by the other. I made her walk on the inside of me so people laying on the beach could see better. Her breasts had slight white triangles where her bikini usually was, but the walk shouldn't be so long that she'd burn. My fuck held her head slightly forward to let her hair cover the side of her face and I didn't stop her, we'd already stomped over so many of her boundaries.
The reaction of people on the beach was mixed. It wasn't completely unusual to have the odd topless girl around, but usually they lay face down rather than walk along through the shallows. Usually they weren't beautiful nineteen year-olds, either. Groups of guys would overtly stare and make jokes amongst themselves, sometimes whistling or yelling out after we'd gone past. She subconsciously squeezed tight on my hand when that happened. Guys with their girls were the most careful to not be caught staring, whilst groups of girls looked on either with admiration or disgust. Either way, it was a long way to walk and I was quietly surprised she could go through with it.
"What's your name?" I asked as we splashed our ankles through the water.
"Hilda," she replied, looking at me.
I couldn't help myself, I scrunched up my face and laughed.
"What?" she said, hitting me in the shoulder, fortunately with a smile on her face. "What's wrong with it?"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just haven't heard of anyone actually called Hilda, certainly not anyone good looking! Is that really your name?" I teased her.
"Yes!" she exclaimed.
"Do I have to call you that? Do you have a nickname or something?"
"Well, my last name's Jones, so a lot of people at school called me JoJo, but I don't really like that either..."
We kept walking, still in the edge of where the water ran up the beach. She was such a delicate figure, lifting her smooth brown legs as she walked to reduce the drag from the water, while I just churned through like a bulldozer. Her breasts were so tight, they bounced ever so enticingly as she took each step.
"What if I called you Hilly?"
"Eww, yuck, that's even worse!"
