Operation Denise began with what had become a fairly common arrangement, Justin leaving his truck at the house and the three of them going to the beach together. As always, they chose an alcove and moved in. The blanket was spread out near the cooler. They removed their outer clothes and folded them, placing then on the cart out of the way. They went swimming and played in the water, coming out when they were ready to eat. As usual they had drifted down the shore, pushed by the ocean current, but the trashcan by their chosen alcove, blue this time, guided them back to their spot. Very settled and convenient!
It was a weird situation for Jeff, throwing the frisbee with Justin and then having lunch, being friendly with him and affectionate with Denise. Then, when the time came, he, as expected, went to sleep - and the lovers snuck away.
Everything was normal until they slipped into the thicket. Instantly two men who had been quietly lying in the sun on the beach jumped to their feet and rushed to the alcove. Jeff packed up everything and towed the beach cart to the car while the men removed all signs of his presence. They took sand rakes that had been stored nearby and removed the cart tracks, leaving the sand unblemished. Within twenty minutes they had erased any sign that Jeff had ever been there! Then, finally, they took the blue trash barrel and moved it to another alcove. They shuffled others around as well and calmly left the area, driving away, their job done.
Within the thicket, things proceeded as they always had except that, to her displeasure, Denise discovered that the towel that Jeff had brought was not the big beach towel she usually had but a small bath towel. She had no choice but to use it, of course. They undressed with Denise carefully placing her bra and bikini pants on that smooth rock she always used. They lay down and, shortly, Justin moved on top of her and they were soon lost in fucking.
That is where something new occurred. When they were most deeply engaged, a slim figure slithered under the thicket in a carefully pruned pathway from the parking lot and, reaching out through the barrier, grabbed Denise's suit. Taking it with her - it was Jan - she wiggled back out, leaving no sign that she had been there. Back in the clearing, the pair was wrapped up in what was now non-adulterous intercourse - she was now unmarried - totally unaware that something dramatic had occurred!
They lay there, relaxed and satisfied, quietly talking, Denise saying how relieved and happy she was without the prenup hanging over her head. She got up, saying, "Come on, I'd better get my tail back over there before Jeff wakes up!" Then, giggling, she continued, "I'm a very happy married woman now and...where's my suit? It's not here!" She dropped to her knees and futilely ran her hand under the thicket. "My god, it's not here! Somebody must have taken it!"
Justin hurried over, saying, "It has to be here! There's ten feet of thicket between here and the parking lot. No one could get through that." He reached in and tried to make an opening, but the wall wasn't penetrable.
"Well, my suit isn't here and I damn sure had it on when we came in. What the hell am I going to do?"
"I have no idea about what happened, but I guess that you'll have to wrap the towel around you until we can get back to your clothes. We can worry about what happened later."
"Yeah, let's hurry. How could I explain losing my suit if Jeff woke up! Oh, damn it, what a time to have a small towel. Ok, am I covered?"
"Barely. Just don't bend over."
They slipped out of the thicket and headed for the alcove where Jeff was sleeping, Denise all too aware that as she trudged through the soft sand what her awkward walk might be exposing. Without thinking, they headed for the blue trashcan - and found a young couple wrestling with two children. They quickly backed away and headed back along the row of alcove, but not before Denice heard a shocked "oooh" behind her. Clutching the towel more closely around herself, she and Justin went along the row and found no Jeff, no cooler, no trail of wheel marks that should have led them to their spot. And, most important for Denise's peace of mind, no clothes!
She was almost hysterical, feeling that she was going out of her mind! Her suit missing, her husband and all of their stuff missing and she almost naked in public! She looked desperately at Justin, asking questions he couldn't answer. "What's going on? Everything's wrong. Our spot has to be right here, but it isn't!"
"I don't know! It's like we are in a science fiction story moved to another dimension! Wait, here's the path we came in on. Damn, there are no cart tracks but I'm sure that this is the place. We went this way. Look, I'm sure that this is where we ended up - but nothing is here and the sand hasn't been disturbed so it can't be. I know we were near the blue trashcan, but we checked that."
"And there's no Jeff! Let's go back down that path and see if we can find the car." There was no car and Denise gave way to her panicky emotions and slumped down on the ground and started crying. "Oh my god, what's happening? I'm going crazy!" She was totally unaware that her towel had fallen off and she was sitting there completely naked until she heard a tittering sound from several girls going onto the path.
Justin helped Denise to her feet as she struggled to get the inadequate towel around herself. "Come on, let's go back in where we can be alone and figure this out. Wandering around isn't getting us anywhere."
