(There are two versions of this story. They are the story I intended to write and the story where the characters went their own way. You'll find that the story changes about half way through in the second version.)
It was a fine spring day and I had nothing planned so I went to the beach to get a bit of a tan. I like to get a start on a tan during the spring, before summer comes and tries to blister your skin off. I rolled up at the beach and found that there weren't many people around, which I considered a good thing. I spread out my towel in a comfortable place, smeared on some sun screen to ensure I'd only tan, not burn, and lay down to enjoy the sun.
I had picked a reasonably secluded spot to do my tanning. I wasn't going to be shedding my bikini, mind you, but I would be rolling the straps down, and part of the time I'd undo the bra while lying on my front, getting a nice even tan on my back. Just minimising tan lines rather than getting rid of them altogether.
The main reason for the secluded spot was so I wouldn't be bothered by those macho types who felt they had an obligation to make a pass at every pretty girl, and got offended if she didn't respond. Fortunately they tended to patrol up and down the main beach, flexing their muscles and telling themselves how good they were.
So there I was, lying on my tummy on my towel with the bikini bra undone to maximise the tan on my back. Then I hear this voice.
"Very nice. I don't suppose you'd consider turning over so I can have a better view?"
The only turning I did was of my head to see who was there. He was a stranger to me, a young man in his early twenties, maybe a year or two older than me but not much more.
"You don't suppose correctly," I informed him. "You'll just have to eat your heart out and wonder at what you've missed."
"I've a pretty good idea," he told me. "I saw you strolling along the beach earlier and I thought you were spectacular. Perhaps if you just raised up a little? No? Pity."
He was amusing so I didn't actively discourage him. Then again, I also didn't encourage him to linger. He chattered away for a few minutes, teasing me slightly. His name, he said, was Paul.
"Christine," I admitted, feeling it was only polite to tell him.
Another few moments of casual flirting and then he went on his way, leaving me smiling. He was quite attractive in a non-threatening way. One never knew, I might meet him elsewhere and I already knew his name.
Back to my tanning. A little later I'd rolled onto my back (doing up my top first) and was half asleep when Paul wandered past again.
"You do realise that if you took your top off you wouldn't need to worry about unsightly tan lines," he advised me.
"This is true," I conceded, "but I'd probably find I'd have unsightly finger marks to worry about. I'll stick with the top."
"Such an unadventurous type of girl," he said, shaking his head sadly. "Where is this free and easy life style I've heard all about?"
"Um, in California, I believe," I told him. "I won't stop you if you want to go there."
"Ah, no. Not today. I'm otherwise engaged all day."
He held up his smart phone and showed it to me.
"See, in the appointments section. From nine until five I'm scheduled to tease and flirt with Christine."
"I see. Several other Christine's are on the beach today I take it. Maybe you'd better go and chat to one of them."
He smiled but didn't leave, continuing to stir me up a little. He was reasonably good company, not full of himself like some people. Still, I did chase him away after a while.
He didn't stay away. He stopped by several more times during the day. He wasn't pushy or superior, just friendly, like a big puppy. The sort of guy you could safely park in the friend zone and pull him out when you wanted him for something. I have to admit that if he'd suggested a date at some stage I might even have accepted.
About the middle of the afternoon it started to cool down. A fresh breeze was coming in off the water and I could see that the nice blue sky would be clouding up soon. Still, I was comfortable and the sun was shining so I relaxed, putting off the evil moment when I had to get up and go.
I was still there, on my tummy, top undone (again) when Paul turned up again.
"Oh, good," he said. "I was hoping you were still here. I was fairly sure you were as I'm positive I'd have seen you leaving. You'd be very hard to miss."
I didn't actually get a chance to reply to that. He settled onto the sand beside me, hooked his fingers under the waist of my bikini bottom and just pulled it straight down and off. I mean, one moment it was on and the next he's pulling it free of my feet.
I started to rear up to yell at him and hastily lay down again. My top was undone and rearing up would have put my breasts on display. Bad enough that my bottom was showing, but as for rolling over, forget it.
"What the hell?" I yelled. "Get away from me or I'll scream."
"Why?" he asked.
Why? Why did he think?
"You're molesting me. Get away."
"Well, yes, I might be molesting you but screaming won't help. We seem to be the last two people on the beach. It's quite chilly out on the beach itself. You're protected from the worst of the wind."
While he was explaining this he was also rubbing his hand up my leg, on the inside. I hastily pulled my legs together, only to promptly receive a slap on the bottom.
"Stop being silly," he chided me. "Relax your legs again."
"Now," he added with another spank when I didn't do it fast enough.
Reluctantly I did as ordered and his hand closed over my mound, starting to stroke it.
"Just what do you think you're playing at?" I demanded.
