At the age of twenty-seven I decided that all work and no fun was wearing on my mind and body. I live near the ocean in Southern California but I have never spent much time at the beach.
I took a day off work and drove to a quiet stretch of beach where I put down my towel, stripped down to my old one piece swimming suit and snuggled down to read a good book. Soon the beach started to bustle with activity as more people arrived, including many surfers.
I spent more time people watching then reading my book. I could not believe how many women wore very skimpy bikinis, even women much older than me. I made a mental note to go bikini shopping tomorrow.
I was fascinated with watching the surfers move swiftly through the water while riding the crashing surf. I was also surprised to see how many female surfers seemingly having no problem handling their large boards.
A short time later a petite girl carrying a long board took a spot next to me on the beach. As she waxed her board she said Hi to me and we chatted while she worked. I asked her how hard it was to ride a surfboard. She laughed and said if you have balance and you're limber its very easy. She told me her name was Jill and if I wanted I could go into the water with her and she'd show me the basics.
After about an hour Jill said that I was a natural surfer but that it would be a good idea if I took some lessons or attended a surf camp. I asked Jill what a surf camp was, she said it's a four day school/party at the beach where you sleep in a tent at night and surf or talk surfing all day. In fact, Jill's dad was sponsoring a camp in two weeks at a private beach up the coast. Later as she was leaving she gave me her phone number and told me to call her if I was interested in going to the camp as she could get me a discount.
The next day I called Jill and told her that I wanted to attend the surf camp. She was very happy that I called and said that she would get it all setup. Jill told me that all I needed to bring to camp were towels, sunscreen, clothing for the cooler nights and numerous bikinis as that is the dress code all day every day.
As I hung up from my call to Jill, I remembered that I was going shopping for a new bikini today and now it looked like I'd need to buy more than one. I drove to the mall and shopped for hours in all the major brand chain stores and still didn't have a single suit. As I drove down Highway 1 in a small beach city I saw a little hole in the wall bikini shop that had cute bright colored suits hanging everywhere outside. I parked and went inside to check out the suits.
I selected five bikinis and went into the dressing room to try them on. To my surprise the dressing room was one big room lined with mirrors, there were no curtains or any type of privacy offered. Lucky for me I was the only customer in the store at the time.
The store clerk was in the dressing room cleaning the mirrors as I slowly undressed to try on the bikinis. I took my shirt and pants off without a problem but hesitated a moment before taking my bra off hoping the clerk might leave. Finally knowing that she wasn't going to leave I unhooked my bra, slid the straps off my shoulders allowing the cups to fall from my 38C breasts and dropped the bra to the floor. I quickly put the bikini top on followed by the bottoms which I put on over my panties for sanitary reasons.
I heard the clerk say that I didn't need to wear my panties as the store cleans all the suits after they have been tried on. Now I really felt embarrassed and took off the bottoms and my panties. As I was pulling the bikini bottoms back on I looked up and there was the clerk standing right next to me looking at my semi nude body.
As I looked in the mirror I thought WOW, I look good, I guess all that time I spent in the gym and all those diets really paid off. The bikini fit perfectly, I felt so sexy in the first suit which was a simple standard bikini that I went back to the rack and got some skimpy string bikinis to try.
The clerk brought me two suits to try on, saying that with my body I'd look hot in these. One was a black thong back and the other was an orange g-string suit with more strings than fabric. The clerk then helped me takeoff the last suit I had on and assisted me with the strings of the G-string suit. This cute clerk never touched me as she helped me into the sexy suits but my just knowing that she could see every inch of my naked body made me tingle with excitement inside and made my nipples harden. The orange suit was so small that my pubic hairs showed from all sides of the tiny triangle of fabric, the clerk said' Looks like somebody needs a bikini shave".
I bought four bikinis including both the thong and g-string. I went home and put the orange g-string bottom on again and decided to trim my pubes down till the suit covered them. I soaped up my pubes and slowly shaved off little by little of my blonde curls until "oops" there was nothing left. I rinsed off my now bald pubic mound and checked out my handy work in the mirror.
I really looked good and my skin felt so smooooth as I rubbed lotion onto my newly exposed skin. I soon rubbed lotion lower and lower until I felt my clit hardening under the pressure of my fingers. I no longer needed lotion as my crotch became wetter and wetter as the speed of my finger increased on my pussy. I started to feel that deep warm feeling building within me and I knew I was close, so I thrust two fingers into the silky folds of my vagina, that was it, I started to shake as wave after wave of orgasm swept thru my body leaving me laying on the floor of the bathroom.
The day finally arrived of the surf camp, my excitement rose as I drove to the beach. As I got out of the car I saw Jill and a good looking older man greeting the camp guests. As I approached Jill ran to me and gave me a warm hug telling me how happy she was that I came to camp and that she had volunteered to help her dad teach the school.
I got settled into the tent that Jill had already setup a little apart from the rest of the tents. She said that our tent would have three girls in it, Her, Me and a nineteen year old redhead named Mary. The other tents would have six high school age boys in and her dad Bill would have a tent of his own.
Jill was already in her bikini and told me to hurry and change as class was about to start. I quickly stripped out of my street clothes and was bent over naked digging thru my suitcase looking for my bikini when I sensed movement behind me. I suddenly realized that I had left the door to the tent open, as I spun around to close the door, there he stood, Jill's dad. He stood there gazing at my nude body without saying a word. He just smiled and gave me the thumbs up sign as he turned and walked away.
I finished putting on my bikini and ran to class just as Bill was starting class with a safety rule update. Bill was looking me straight in the eyes as he gave the final rule which was to try and keep your tent doors zipped up as you don't know what might be attracted into your tent. I could feel my face turn red but my heart raced with excitement.
Class continued till lunch time when I had a chance to meet my other classmates. All the boys were 18 and had just finished high school and were very immature as they tried to undress us girls with their eyes as we talked. The other girl, Mary was a very strong willed person with large boobs that were squeezed into a very small thong bikini.
As class started again Mary sat next to me and said that she was going to work on her tan while in class so without hesitation she untied her bikini top and pulled it over her head allowing her large round melons to fall free. Bill looked on and smiled at Mary's action but never wavered from his speech. As class ended Bill announced that swimwear was not required on this beach and to feel free to enjoy the days at camp.
