Disclaimer: all characters are fictional.
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My name is Nicole and this is my story. It's embarrassing to talk about this to a recorder, but my shrink told me it could help me unwind, maybe get past this at once. I'm 34 years old and I work at a publishing company in Chicago. Suffice it to say... this is incredibly hard for me to say out loud.
When I was in my last year of high school -- God just remembering it makes me realize I was such a young naïve little girl -- I used to work Saturdays at the local YMCA as a lifeguard.
That day was sunny, and I was getting out at 2pm, so my best friend Julianna asked me if I wanted to go to the beach with her. I said ok, I didn't know it was going to be a bad day.
The YMCA gave me a proper one piece bathing suit, the year I made their staff. But that day, this particular bathing suit already had no lining for my breasts, it got old and torn, so one day in a crazy mood I took it out. Since my boobs weren't that noticeable -- or at least to me they weren't -- and I never felt weird in it without the lining for my breasts or my crotch, the suit was just nylon and nothing else. That day my mom took a look at my bathing suit and said it was getting too old for me to wear and that I should get another one.
I just shrugged it off and went to work. I taught a personal class with this annoying boy who got on my nerves. He was twelve, but really annoying. Well, once when we were over by at least half a foot away from the wall of the pool, one of the other teachers called me to tell me something. The boy thought I was leaving him or something -- as I said he was a pain in the ass -- he pulled hard on the back of my suit and I almost squealed. The crotch had gone into my pussy lips taut and beginning to press hard into my clitoris. I blushed heavily and turned back to him, which turned out to be a mistake as that made a slight rip appear by the bottom. I wince and decided to check the damage when the kid left me alone.
But it wasn't born to be, as I walked by to the stairs at the edge of the pool to help him out -- he was twelve but he didn't know how to swim -- the rip caught on the nail of the metallic stairs so that when I swiftly turned around to get out, the rip became larger and more pronounced. So much that the back and the crotch completely came undone!
There I was at the YMCA pool with only the top part of my bathing suit covering me and below... nothing! I felt flushed and uneasy. What was worse was that I had no hair covering me, my mom in a fit of I don't know what decided to take me to the hairdresser and have her peel my bush off! I was completely nude beneath. My pubes were ready to open up at the least tease and I felt unsure of what to do until I saw that the pool was empty -- or in my panic I assumed this was so and just grabbed my courage -- and left the pool in a rush to the showers.
I opened the door to the locker rooms and snuck in. Opened up my locker and looked for my shorts and my t-shirt. Look around to make sure I was completely alone and took off the rest of my ruined bathing suit off.
It was sure to be uncomfortable riding to the beach and not having a bathing suit at hand to go into the waves.
As I was leaving, I dropped the remains of my old bathing suit into the trash can. Unfortunately, the manager stopped me on my way out and said she needed to talk to me.
She told me that my little streak to the bathroom hadn't gone unnoticed and she wanted an answer. I nervously told her that it ripped when I got out of the pool. I thought I was going to be let go, but she just sighed and told me to get another swimsuit for next Saturday.
I went out and found Julianna waiting for me at the parking lot.
"I don't think I can go to the beach now." -- I told her what had happened to my swimsuit and she laughed.
"Just your luck, Nicole. Tell you what. I have a spare bikini in my bag. You can change on our way to the beach."
I hesitated for a second, but I knew I wanted to go. So I nodded.
