I was feeling a trifle bushed that afternoon. I'd had a late night the day before and then got rousted out of bed early to come to the beach and go surfing. After lunch I decided to take a siesta for an hour or so before re-joining the boys and hitting the water again.
With this in mind I wandered over into a clump of trees, found a comfortable spot, leaned back against a tree and relaxed. I only needed a catnap - something to take the edge off the worn-out feeling. I might have slept for an hour or I might not have.
I'm not sure what woke me up but when I opened my eyes there was a young woman under the trees with me. The trees actually formed a small circle with some short grass covering the bit of ground enclosed. The area was nice and shady and relatively private, which is why I sought it out. Presumably the young lady sought it out for the same reason - privacy.
If you're not moving then people tend not to see you. My guess was that the girl slipped through the trees, glanced around, and her gaze went straight past me without stopping. Satisfied that there was no-one there she started to get changed.
When I opened my eyes she was side-on to me, in the middle of taking off her top. I suppose a gentleman would have coughed to let her know she wasn't alone. Me, I settled back to enjoy the show, watching her.
A very neat lass. Her top came off and she folded it and placed it at her feet. Then the bra was removed, neatly folded and placed on top of the top. Placed, not dropped. This required her to bend over, her breasts swinging freely below her. Very nice breasts in my opinion. I wouldn't mind a closer acquaintance with them.
Her shoes were removed and positioned next to her top and then she undid her skirt and stepped out of it. Skirt folded and added to the little pile and down came her panties. While she'd been undressing she had been turning back and forth, peeping through the trees to ensure that no-one would come and disturb her modesty. It just so happened that when she took her panties down she was facing me, giving me quite an eyeful.
Naked she stretched and gave me a spectacular view of a lovely female body. Lightly tanned, with pale patches showing her bikini size. Golden skin with two triangle of white tipped by red defined her breasts. Another triangle of white pointed the way to heaven.
I would have been quite content to watch her put on her bikini and go on her way, unmolested and unsuspecting, but Mother Nature had other plans. She tickled my nose and I sneezed. It was just a little sneeze, barely making a sound, but the way the young woman reacted you'd think I'd dropped out of the trees with a war-cry.
Now the sensible thing for her to do would have been to calmly pick up her bikini and put it on or just pick up her towel and wrap it around her. Either way she would have been covered and end of story. So what did she do?
She gave a squawk and crouched down, wrapping her arms around herself, giving me a terrified look. It seemed as though she was trying to hide behind herself but couldn't quite figure out how to do it. And I was just sitting there, leaning against a tree. A more non-threatening stance you could not imagine.
Her mouth was moving but nothing intelligible was coming from it so, ever the diplomat, I decided to help her out. I heaved myself to my feet and strolled over to where she was crouched, keeping my hands in my pocket. The way she stared up at me I felt like an ogre, ten foot tall and six foot wide, with drooling fangs and clutching claws.
"Hi," I said. "I'm Peter. What's your name?"
She mumbled something and I sighed.
"Ah, could I have that name again, please. Preferably in English and a little louder."
"Cathy. Go away."
"Cathy Goaway. Odd name. Not that I'm disparaging it. One can't be blamed for their parent's name choices. I'm assuming that Goaway, is your parent's name and not a husband's. You're not wearing a wedding ring I noticed."
"Or anything else, come to think of it."
I finally got a bit of a spark from her.
"My name is Cathy," she said, and it sounded as though she was gritting her teeth. "The go away part was what I want you to do."
"Ah, my mistake. Don't I feel silly. Um, why are you crouched down like that?"
"Because I haven't any clothes on, you moron."
"No need to be snarky about it. It's not my fault that you don't have any clothes. I was just sitting and minding my own business and you came along and did a strip tease. Why so modest now I'm damned if I know. I didn't ask you to get undressed."
"I didn't see you," she protested. "I was getting changed. I thought this place was private."
"Um, it is. There's just you and me here. If you were just getting changed, why didn't you continue? Why did you stop and crouch down once you were naked. Strange way to act if you ask me."
"No-one is asking you. Will you please just go away?"
"Ah, no, I don't think so. I like looking at you. You might as well stand up, you know. You're not really hiding anything like that and it looks awfully uncomfortable. If you're worried that I'll see you naked just remember that I saw you when you did that nice big stretch. I don't think I missed anything when you did that."
I offered her my hand and, face red and furious, she took it and rose to her feet, promptly moving her hand to try to cover herself.
"You're being very silly you know. Are you worried that I might pounce on you or something?"
"You might think this is funny but men have been known to rape women, you know."
"True, but not normally on a crowded beach when one scream might bring half a dozen people to see what the problem was. And if I was going to start raping women I wouldn't start on some underage virgin who wouldn't know what I was doing."
"I am not underage. Just how young do you think I am? I'm well past eighteen. Do you realise how insulting you are?"
"No. How insulting am I? Most women are pleased to find that men think they're younger than they are. I notice you didn't deny the virgin bit."
"It's none of your business. And will you stop looking at me?"
"No. It would be most impolite for me not to look at the person I'm talking to. Besides, I like looking at you. I'd like it even more if you'd shift your hands. You're blocking all the best bits."
"Will you just go away and let me get dressed?"
"Fair go. I was here first. If you object to being here with me you're free to just walk away. Also, I'm not stopping you getting dressed. That's your own choice. I think you like standing naked in front of a man. You're just sounding off to try to cover up that giddy feel it gives you."
She went even redder and spluttered a denial, furious that I should imply such a thing. I just nodded and agreed with her. Maybe it was the tone of voice I used but my agreement just seemed to make her angrier.
"I'll tell you what I'll do," I said taking hold of her wrists and firmly moving her arms down to her sides. "I'll take a proper look at you and then you'll have no reason to worry that I might see you. You'll be able to relax and get dressed."
"Uh," I said holding up a finger in warning. I'd let go her wrists as soon as her hands were by her sides and she'd gone to move her hands back to cover herself. She stopped at my little word of warning.
"If you dare to try to touch me I'll, I'll. . ."
"Give me a break," I said. "Just because a man touches a woman it doesn't mean he's going to rape her. Hell's bells, to hear some people talk if a woman doesn't give a man permission in writing, witnessed by at least three other people, then any sex between them is rape. Some women like to be persuaded. That doesn't make it rape.
