The
Beach House Dress Code
By Chris
Warner
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FRIDAY
�
It was late on
Friday morning when Tracy got the text from her uncle that we could have the
beach house for the weekend.� Tracy�s
uncle was rich enough to have a beach house on the Coromandel Peninsular that
he hardly ever used.� However, because he
had arranged for a company to rent it out for ridiculous amounts of money, it
was almost never available, and since he normally only gave family a 30%
discount we couldn�t have afforded it anyway.�
Fortunately, Tracy is a bit of a favourite of her uncle, and she persuaded
him to offer it to her for free if he had a last minute cancellation (in which
case he would still get to keep the booking deposit).� Even then, we never expected to be lucky
enough to be offered the house for the last weekend of the summer!
�
Tracy�s plan was
for a girls� weekend with Alison and me.�
The three of us have been the closest of friends since we all started
university together last year.� At the
start of this year we decided to rent a house together.� It�s an old 3-bedroom villa with just one
bathroom, but it�s close to the university, which is great because Alison is
the only one of us with a car.� It�s also
within walking distance of a lot of great bars and clubs, which is awesome
because we have a common love of partying.�
As far as studying is concerned, we all believe in doing just enough to
get by.
�
Of the three of
us, Alison is the most conscientious.� We
sometime call her mum, even though she�s actually the youngest.� She�s the one who keeps us organised and
makes sure the bills are paid and that we have fresh milk.� She had a steady boyfriend in high school who
broke up with her last year.� While she
seems happy to party with the guys, none of them ever meet her standards, and
Tracy and I wonder if she�s still hurting.�
Alison is the most fashion conscious of our group.� She is an avid follower of shows like What
Not To Wear, and she is undeviating in following
their advice.� She is self-conscious
about her hips and she believes she is horribly pear shaped.� When we tell her that she proportions look
fine, she responds that we only believe that because she always dresses in such
a way to minimise her hips and bottom.�
For Alison, it is her clothes which give her confidence.
�
In many ways
Tracy is quite different.� She�s the most
fun loving, adventurous and flirty one; the one who drives our social
life.� She always has a number of guys
circling and has plenty of short relationships, but never anything
serious.� As far as looks are concerned,
she�s the most daring of us.� She is short
and petite with a flat stomach, great legs, and small breasts that don�t need
much support, so Tracy delights in wearing midriff baring tops and short
dresses with spaghetti straps without a bra.�
She loves skirts and dresses and almost never wears trousers or
jeans.� Her wardrobe is such a mixture of
styles that it secretly horrifies Alison.�
But Tracy has such abundant natural confidence that she always looks
sensational no matter what she is wearing.
�
As for me, I
don�t have any particular fashion sense at all.�
On the positive side I think my face is pretty.� I like my eyes, my nose, and my mouth.� But as I�m fairly tall (over 5� 10�) and I
have quite large breasts, I�m always thinking that these are the only things
people notice about me.� In the past I
was never encouraged to dress up, so I tend to dress for comfort, frequently in
jeans.
�
Since I became
friends with Tracy and Alison, the one thing I am always hearing is �You�re not
going to wear that, are you Helen?�� They
both encourage me to pay more attention to my looks, usually by trying to get
me to highlight my breasts and legs, but unfortunately they never entirely
agree on their advice.� Sadly the result
of this is that I have been steadily loosing
confidence in how I look, and I�ve continued to take refuge in clothes which
hide my body.
�
I�ve been going
out with a guy named Craig for the last two months.� I�ve tried to get his opinion on my look and
what I should wear.� Unfortunately he
just plays it safe in his answers, telling me that I look great whatever I
wear, leaving me none the wiser and a bit suspicious that he is disappointed in
the way I dress but not brave enough to say so.
�
On the day we got
the good news about the beach house it wasn�t possible to cut our last class of
the day.� Once it was over we rushed home
to pack some belongings and stopped by the supermarket and the bottle store to
grab some supplies, but we weren�t quick enough to beat the heavy traffic out
of town.� After a long drive it was after
9pm by the team we reached the turnoff from the main road down to the beach
house.
�
FRIDAY EVENING
�
The access road
looked just like a farm track through some fields before winding down into the
bay.� As the road neared the beach it
split into three driveways, one for each of the three houses in the bay.� The beach is officially a public beach, but
because the access is through private land in practice it is more like a
private beach shared by the three houses that front onto it (unless you arrive
by boat).� Of the three houses, the
middle house was by far the most impressive.�
Tracy referred to it as �The Palace.��
It apparently has 8 bedrooms.� The
other two houses, including the house belonging to Tracy�s uncle, were far
smaller by comparison, with just three bedrooms.
�
We opened the
first bottle of rum the moment we arrived and started exploring the house.� Although it only had three bedrooms,
everything was bigger and newer than the little villa we lived in, especially
the luxury of all three bedrooms having their own bathroom.� As you can imagine, three women sharing a
house with one bathroom causes a fair amount of congestion each morning.� After claiming our bedrooms we gathered in
the lounge to drink more rum and watch the last of the twilight fade away.� The moon was half full, but the lack of city
lights made the night seem a lot darker than normal.
�
I shouldn�t have
been surprised when Tracy suddenly announced that it was compulsory to go
skinny-dipping on the first night of any visit to the beach house.� While the alcohol had reduced my inhibitions,
my first reaction was still to be horrified and I could tell by the look on
Alison�s face that she was horrified too.�
However, Tracy kept on about it being one of the rules of the place, and
I could tell we were likely to give in.�
Alison has this funny sense of honour that makes her keep promises and
obey rules, even when they are obviously made up.� As for me, I�d have to say I�m more of a
people pleaser.� It takes a lot for me to
hold out against the persuasion of others.
�
After about 10
minutes of pressure from Tracy and another drink each, Alison and I had caved
in to the pressure and we got to our feet and went to find our towels.� Because we had no idea if any of the other
two houses were occupied or not, we walked down to the beach fully
clothed.� When we got there, we could see
that the house at the far end was dark and looked deserted.� However, there were lights showing at The
Palace and we could make out a middle-aged Asian couple sitting on chairs on
the deck.
�
�Oh well!� I said
hopefully.� �We shouldn�t do anything
that might upset your uncle�s neighbours.�
�
�Rubbish,�
replied Tracy.� �From all the way over
there they won�t be able to see a thing.�
All the lights they have on will be ruining their night vision.� I�m still doing it, and I�ll be very
disappointed if you guys chicken out.�
�
With this Tracy
reached behind her back and unzipped her dress.�
Within seconds it had dropped to her feet leaving her wearing only her
panties.� She immediately pushed these
down as well and stepped out of them before running down into the water.
�
We had long ago
given up on any privacy in our house.� We
never locked the bathroom door and it was common for someone to come in and use
the sink while someone else was in the shower, and we were in and out of each
other�s rooms as we were dressing to go out.�
And every now and then Tracy would think nothing of briefly wandering
through the house topless or even naked.�
However, this was the first time I had seen her naked outside of our
home, let alone on a public beach with perfect strangers in view.
�
Alison and I
watched the couple on the deck carefully, but it was clear from their lack of
reaction that they were oblivious to what was happening.� We looked at each other and shrugged, and I
started unbuttoning my jeans while she started undoing her blouse.� We could barely make out Tracy in the water
from where we were on the beach, so it made sense that we wouldn�t be seen from
the deck.� I finished taking off my jeans
and I quickly glanced at Alison.� Her
blouse was completely unbuttoned and hanging open revealing a turquoise bra and
I watched as she unzipped her black pants and pushed them down, revealing black
panties.� Even when it came to underwear
Alison often continued to obey her pear-shaped fashion rule of wearing bright
colours on her top half and dark colours on her bottom half.
�
Alison caught my
eye as she noticed I had slowed down.� In
that moment I came close to chickening out.�
It�s funny how, even if you are stripping
naked, you naturally remove your clothes in the order which keeps you covered
the longest.� I was wearing a t-shirt
which hung down over my panties, and Alison would only need to pull her blouse
closed at the front to conceal her underwear.�
My heart was pounding as I realised what I was doing.� There were two complete strangers in view,
only theoretically unable to see us, and we had no way of knowing for sure that
nobody was watching from the nearby bushes.�
I considered how easy Tracy had found it to get naked on the beach, and
I suddenly had an overwhelming sense of jealousy that she could be so
adventurous while I was comparatively hung up about it.� My determination returned and I quickly
pulled my t-shirt off.
�
Despite my
determination, it was still instinctive to face away from the house.� At this stage I no longer paid any attention
to what Alison was doing.� I quickly
undid my bra, pushed down my panties and ran for the water.� It was only once I was in that I was aware
that Alison had followed close behind.�
This was my first skinny-dipping experience and I have to say that it
was a real buzz.� The feeling of absolute
nakedness heightened my senses.� My
breasts and pussy seemed to feel every puff of wind and every small current in
the water.� We were trying not to make
too much noise and call attention to ourselves, but this caused such fits of
giggling that it�s a wonder we got away with it.
�
We didn�t stay in
for long as the sea breeze was quite cold, so after only a few minutes we scurried
up the beach, wrapped our towels around ourselves for warmth, grabbed our
clothes and headed inside.� Once we were
inside the house we all burst out laughing.�
Tracy poured another round of drinks to celebrate the upholding of her
rather dubious beach house tradition.� At
the same time she had unwrapped the towel from her body and was using it to dry
herself off.� Her actions seemed so
natural that Alison and I followed suit, so soon there were three naked women
standing at the kitchen bench drinking and laughing together.
�
Having made plans
to sleep late followed by a day on the beach, we suddenly remembered that we
had a bathroom each, so we each said goodnight before heading off to our rooms
and ensuites.�
After a nice warm shower I pulled on my comfortable two-piece pyjamas
and went to bed.
�
SATURDAY
BREAKFAST
�
When I got up the
following morning, Alison was already sitting having breakfast wearing just a
robe.� I knew it was unlikely she would
have anything on underneath as she usually slept in the nude.� This was confirmed a short time later when
she got up to pour another coffee.� Her
robe fell open revealing one round breast and her dark bush.� Despite us frequently seeing each other
naked, including our skinny-dipping the previous evening, Alison still blushed
deeply and pulled her robe closed again.�
Some reactions are so ingrained that I wondered if it was ever possible
to change them.� How did Tracy become so
comfortable with herself?
�
As if to
emphasise how different she was, Tracy chose that moment to make her appearance
at breakfast.� She was already dressed
for the beach wearing a very skimpy blue bikini.� Her small breasts, which required little
support, were covered by small triangles of fabrics held in place by string
tied in bows behind her back and her neck.�
Her bottoms were also triangles of fabric, small at the front and only
slightly larger at the back, again held in place by strings tied in bows on
each hip.� It would take only a second to
undo the strings, but Tracy apparently knew no fear.� A sunhat and a bottle of sunscreen completed
her ensemble.� She obviously felt no need
for any further cover.
�
While Tracy had
her breakfast Alison and I went to change.�
I knew that Alison would be wearing her trusty one-piece swimsuit.� It was brightly coloured at the top, with
built in support for her breasts, and black from the waist down.� It certainly worked as Alison hoped, drawing
the eyes to her breasts and away from her hips and bottom.� I knew Tracy didn�t think much of Alison�s
dependence on her one-piece swimsuit, but she never bothered to comment.� When it came to their different ideas of
fashion, they had come to somewhat of a truce.�
Instead, they tended to focus their attention and their advice on me.
�
Putting on a
swimsuit heightened my insecurities and indecision.� The swimsuit I had brought with me was
actually an assortment of matching black separates.� For my top half I had the choice of bra
shaped bikini top or a camisole top which covered me from above my breasts down
to my waist.� For the bottom half there
was a skimpy bikini bottom or a pair of shorts which hung nearly halfway down
my thigh.� To be honest, whenever I went
to the pool I tended to wear all of it together.� The camisole top kept my stomach covered while
the bra-style bikini top underneath supported my breasts.� I was never daring enough to wear the bikini
bottoms by themselves, but I still usually wore them underneath the shorts just
in case the shorts gaped open too much around my legs.
�
On this particular
morning I couldn�t make up my mind.� I
put on the bikini top and bottom and looked in the mirror.� All I seemed to see was large expanses of
skin.� My first instinct was to reach for
the camisole and shorts, but I knew that I would be heavily criticized by Tracy
and maybe Alison as well.� I had another
look in the mirror and had another think about it.� Turning this way and that, I conceded that
although my stomach was very white, it was only slightly more rounded than I
would have preferred.� My breasts and
back looked fine.� I couldn�t cope with
just wearing the skimpy bikini bottoms though.�
They were cut high on the sides, showing slightly more of my bikini line
than my normal panties.� I hadn�t trimmed
my bush in such a long time, and I hadn�t brought anything with me to sort it
out now.� The visible line of hair made
up my mind for me.� I pulled on my shorts
and went out to join the others, hoping that the compromised of leaving off the
camisole would be enough to save me from criticism.� I was wrong.
�
�Helen!�
exclaimed Alison.� �Those shorts do
nothing for your legs.� And your bum
looks far larger than it really is.�
�
�You can�t spend
the day sunbathing in those things,� chimed in Tracy.� �You�ll end up with a huge white band on your
body.� Is that what Craig will want to
see?�
�
I blushed.� I already made sure that Craig hardly ever
saw me naked.� I didn�t say anything, but
I�m sure Tracy caught the meaning of my blush and she pushed on with renewed
enthusiasm.� �What else have you
got?� I thought this swimsuit came with a
bikini bottom.� Where is it?�
�
�Um, I�ve got
them on already.�
�
�Well take off
the shorts then.� Come on.� What are you afraid of?�
�
�I can�t!� I
replied, but I couldn�t bring myself to give my reasons.
�
Tracy surprised me
by grabbing at the waistband of my shorts and giving them a quick tug.� They came down slightly, revealing a small
portion of the underneath layer.� Once
she saw this, Tracy continued with increased vigour.� She quickly pulled open the Velcro fastener and
using both hands she pulled the shorts down to my ankles.� I was obliged to step out of them.� I could feel all eyes were on my crotch.
�
�You see, there�s
a problem with�� I started.� �I didn�t
bring anything to��
�
�Wait here!�
commanded Tracy.� Quick as a flash, she
ran to her room and returned with a small rechargeable hair trimmer.� I was too stunned to react as Tracy pushed me
back until I was perched on the arm of the sofa and she crouched down between
my legs.� I jumped at the vibration of
the trimmer the moment it first touched the top of my thigh, but Tracy ordered
me to keep still.� I found myself obeying
her command, blushing self-consciously as she quickly trimmed the visible hairs
in a very business-like fashion.
�
�There you go,�
she smiled once she had finished.�
�You�re all ready for a day in the sun.�
Off we go.�
�
Carrying towels,
a chilly bin for our drinks, and a bag with our collected sunscreens and other
bits and pieces, the three of us trooped out of the house in just our
swimsuits.
�
ODDJOB
�
As we reached the
beach we could see the Asian couple sitting on deck chairs about 50 metres
away.� The woman gave us a wave as we set
out our stuff and we returned her wave.�
Suddenly, two men appeared from the bushes close to where the couple
were sitting and walked towards us.�
Leading the way was a tall and handsome Caucasian man wearing sunglasses
and dark fatigues.� He looked to be in
his late 20s.� Following him was a
shorter Asian man wearing similar clothes.�
He looked to be about 10 years older.�
While the taller man had a nice smile, the shorter man had a scowl on
his face.� He remained silent while his
companion greeted us in a friendly manner.
�
�Good morning
ladies,� he said.� �My name is Constable
Grant Wilson.� I�m a member of the Police
Diplomatic Protection Service.� I�m here
with the Foreign Minister of Singapore and his wife.� My companion here is a member of their
personal security staff.�� The shorter
Asian man gave a small stiff bow.
�
Grant pulled out
a small notebook and continued his conversation with us.� �Now, which of you is Tracy Anderson?�
�
�How do you know
my name?� exclaimed Tracy in surprise.
�
�It�s all part of
the job,� said Grant.� �We contacted the
owners of both the other houses to ask who would be here this weekend.� Your uncle, I believe, told us that you would
be here with two guests.� Now, could I
please have the rest of your names please?��
Alison and I provided our names and contact details, and Grant wrote
them down in his notebook.
�
�I�m sorry to bother
you ladies, but Mr Oddjob here has asked that I have
a quick search of your bags.�� The Asian
man looked irritated at this remark but said nothing.� I couldn�t tell if he got the reference to
the Oddjob character in the Bond movie Goldfinger, but he obviously knew Grant was poking fun at
him.� We all shared a smile and willingly
allowed Grant to look through our bags.�
Then he and �Oddjob� took their leave and
wandered away up the beach.
�
This turn of
events naturally occupied our conversation as we settled down on our
towels.� All three of us were lying on
our fronts, and Tracy immediately untied the back of her bikini top to avoid
tan lines.� I was hesitant to do the same,
knowing that we were under surveillance, but after a while I too felt daring
enough to undo the hooks that held it together at the back.
�
As soon as I had
unhooked my top, I immediately regretted it as we soon found that Grant was
walking towards us, alone this time, holding three glasses of bubbly.
�
�Hello again,
ladies.� These drinks are compliments of
the Foreign Minister to apologise for our intrusive security.� Don�t get too excited, though.� I�m afraid they�re non-alcoholic.�
�
Tracy and Alison
immediately propped themselves up on their elbows and reached out for a
glass.� The movement caused Tracy�s top
to shift, giving me a side-on glimpse of her nipple.� I doubt Grant could have seen anything from
where he was, but he surely must have been aware of the possibilities.� Personally I wasn�t brave enough to move with
my top undone at the back, so I had an embarrassing moment where I was lying on
my front with both hands reaching behind my back to do up my top.� I felt very silly.
�
�While I�m here,�
continued Grant, �I feel the need to raise another matter � clothing!� Our guests from Singapore are very moral
people, and would be most offended by any toplessness
or nudity.� They are already
uncomfortable with the little you are currently wearing, but they realise they
must accommodate New Zealand standards.�
But there should not be a repeat of last night�s antics.�
�
All three of us
reacted in surprise and horror.
�
�You couldn�t
have seen anything,� exclaimed Tracy.�
�You had all those lights on.�
�
�It�s true that
our guests didn�t see anything,� Grant said.�
�But I was standing in the bushes just behind you.�
�
�Oh my god!� I
said.� �Do you mean you watched us?� Are we in trouble?�
�
�No, you�re not
in any trouble.� Fortunately I was the
only one who saw you.� You see, nudity
itself isn�t against the law.� It�s all
about whether or not you are acting in an offensive manner. Personally, I
wasn�t the least bit offended.� You are
lucky that old Oddjob was inside at the time.� He would have insisted I did something
instead of, you know, just watching.�� He
smiled.
�
�So anyway, I suppose
I need to give you a friendly caution.�
Our guests will consider any nudity offensive and will expect me to act
accordingly.� That security guy in
particular seems to be watching you carefully � he seems pretty keen not to
miss anything that might offend him, if you know what I mean.� You may not want to take even small
risks.� It might be prudent to keep all
your strings and things done up.�
�
It was Tracy who
reacted the strongest to this, showing her disappointment with this imposition
on her tanning plans.� Still, the news
that security guy might be hiding in the bushes in the hope of having us
arrested was sobering news.� This time it
was Tracy�s turn to try to do up her bikini top.� Grant offered to hold her glass, which
cunningly gave him an excuse to stand there and watch while she wriggled around
trying to tie a knot behind her back.�
This is quite difficult to do, and after failing in her efforts she
asked for some assistance.� Alison jumped
up to tie the knot for her.� I suspect
that Alison was keen to have some attention shown to her.� She has a thing for policemen, and I suspect
she fancied Grant.
�
Tracy continued
to grumble about tan lines.� �Hey, I�m
disappointed too,� laughed Grant.� �I�ll
tell you what.� Our guests and their
staff will be leaving tomorrow morning by chopper.� Once the chopper has gone, it will only be
James, Stephen and myself left here.�
Believe me, we promise not to be offended by any bits of skin.�� He explained that James and Stephen were the
other policemen assigned to the job.�
Unfortunately for them, James was watching the quiet end of the beach
while Stephen was watching to road access.�
Grant happily claimed to have the best job.
�
Having nothing
left to keep him there, Grant wandered off up the beach and into the bushes, no
doubt joining Oddjob there to keep an eye on us.� Apart from reappearing briefly half an hour
later to retrieve the wine glasses, we didn�t see him again that day.� While I think that all three of us were
letting our imaginations consider what tomorrow might bring, the fun had
certainly been sucked out of today.� In
the end we were not disappointed when it clouded over and started to
drizzle.� We returned to the beach house
to dress and took the car into Whitianga to look
through the shops and galleries.� Then we
split a bottle of wine over a meal in a small restaurant before driving back to
the beach house.
�
SATURDAY EVENING
�
Once we got back
to the beach house we started some serious drinking.� When we�re together we tend to have an �all
for one� attitude to drinking.� Tracy and
I didn�t get drunk at the restaurant because we knew Alison had to be sober
enough to drive.� Now that we were back
at the house, we got stuck in together.�
Funnily enough, I did notice that Tracy wasn�t drinking as much Alison
and me, but at the time it didn�t strike me as suspicious.� Tracy, because of her small size, is a bit of
a lightweight when it comes to alcohol, so she will sometimes go a bit slower.� So I had no idea what she was up to.
�
I don�t remember
much of that evening.� Some of the bits I
do remember were discussions about our clothing choices.� Tracy was recalling my untrimmed bush and
lack of concern about uneven tanning from the morning, and hassling me about
not making any effort for my boyfriend.�
She then started teasing Alison about her one-piece swimsuit, asking her
what the point was of trying to dress to impress the cute policeman when surely
he was more interested in what she looked like undressed.
�
After that I have
no memories of the evening.� I obviously
passed out in the lounge because I woke there fully dressed at about 4am.� I dragged myself to my room, struggled into
my pyjamas, and climbed into bed.
�
SUNDAY MORNING AT
THE HOUSE
�
When I woke up
again late that morning, it was because of the sound of a helicopter landing on
the lawn outside The Palace.� The memory
of what this meant came back to me and put me in a good mood.� Soon it would be just the three of us, maybe
with the addition of the policemen.� I
wondered how daring Tracy would be if they planned to hang about.
�
I wandered out to
the kitchen to discover that Tracy was already up and busy making some
breakfast for us all.� She was dressed in
a cute summer dress over the top of her bikini, and as always she looked self-confident
and beautiful.� She seemed in such a good
mood that I asked why this was, but she refused to comment until Alison joined
us.� This struck me as odd, but I waited
patiently.
�
Alison didn�t
emerge until the sound of the chopper departing finally roused her.� She came out wearing just her robe and had
two quick cups of coffee to wake herself up.�
Tracy continued to fuss around organising Alison�s breakfast with her
ongoing good mood, so I finally insisted that she tell us what was going on.
�
Tracy stood
before us with the attitude of someone with an announcement to make.� She produced two sheets of paper and handed
them to us, one each, and said �I wonder if you two will remember these from
last night.�
�
I looked down at
the sheet of paper in front of me.� It
was hand-written in my own handwriting, and I recognised my signature at the
bottom of it.� I read with increasing
horror at what I had written.
�
I, Helen Morton,
hereby promise that tomorrow (Sunday, ______) I will wear no more than ONE item
of clothing at any time.� This will apply
from the moment I wake in the morning to midnight on Sunday night.� For every failure to keep this agreement, I
promise to undergo a penalty set by Tracy.�
Signed __________
�
I looked back and
forward between Tracy and Alison.� Tracy
looked very pleased with herself, while Alison shared my look of horror.� With an unspoken agreement we swapped
papers.� I easily recognised her
handwriting and signature.� The text,
however, was slightly different.
�
I, Alison Bennett,
hereby promise that tomorrow (Sunday, ______) I will wear no more than TWO
items of clothing at any time.� This will
apply from the moment I wake in the morning to midnight on Sunday night.� However, I promise I will not wear my one
piece swimsuit.� Instead, I promise I
will wear a bikini loaned to me by Tracy. For every failure to keep this
agreement, I promise to undergo a penalty set by Tracy.� Signed ____________
�
There followed a
fairly lively discussion.� Alison and I
wanted to know what tricks Tracy had used, while Tracy kept telling us that we
had been entirely persuaded by what she had been saying to us, that we both
admitted that we wished we were more carefree and daring, and that we had
eagerly made these promises.� She looked
very pleased with herself, and she kept going on about how we would regret it
if we changed our mind, and how wrong it would be to not keep our promise.
�
I looked at
Alison carefully.� As I�ve said before,
Alison has this strong code of honour thing that makes her keep promises.� Signing a contract, even one as bogus as this
one, was a big thing for her.� I could
already see that she was caving in and thinking furiously about how she could
keep her promise without undue embarrassment.�
After all, her promise wasn�t as difficult to keep as mine.
�
For me, signing a
promise wasn�t a big deal.� My issue is
that I�m a people pleaser.� If Alison had
refused to participate, I would have refused as well.� However, if Alison agreed, I knew that I
would give in to the pressure also.� I
couldn�t cope with the idea of both of them being unhappy with me.� I made up my mind to do whatever Alison
decided.� There was a part of me that
found the idea very exciting.� I
remembered that feeling of jealousy of Tracy�s confidence, and I did believe
that I had probably wanted to sign this promise during my drunkenness last
night.� I waited for Alison to pronounce
her decision on behalf of us both.�
Eventually she spoke.
�
�I�ll do it if
the bikini fits me properly.�
�
Tracy laughed
with delight and the house came alive with excited planning.� Tracy and Alison ran to Tracy�s room to look
at the bikini in question, while I went alone to my own room to ponder my
plans.� I had never gone topless on a
beach.� I knew Tracy had.� In fact, I�m sure that she would have ended
up topless yesterday if the security guys hadn�t been there.� Going topless as well was something that I
might have been willing to do if we were alone and I was feeling brave.� This was quite different from the idea of
arriving at the beach topless knowing that three policemen were likely to be
watching us.� I couldn�t get my mind
around the idea.
�
I was still
sitting there in my pyjamas when Tracy and Alison joined me.� Alison was looking self-conscious a bright
yellow bikini.� It first glance it didn�t
seem as daring as the bikini Tracy had worn yesterday, but it was still a lot
smaller than Alison was used to wearing.�
The top was in the same style consisting of two triangles of fabric over
each breast.� They had strings tied
behind her neck and a strap around the back held together by a simple
clasp.� Alison�s breasts are larger than
Tracy�s so they weren�t as fully contained, but it wasn�t obviously obscene.
�
The bikini
bottoms were certainly a lot more daring that Alison was used to.� Blushing, Alison gave me a quick twirl,
revealing that they were a thong.� Her
round buttocks were hanging out in a way which I�m sure was difficult for her
to cope with, but she gave me a nervous smile.�
Maybe she was realising that she was still luckier than me.� I guess she was, because suddenly she burst
forth with an idea for me.
�
�You could wear
my one-piece if you want.� That�s not
against the rules.�
�
Tracy howled with
disappointment, but she had to agree that this idea was permissible.� It was my own reaction that surprised
me.� I found myself feeling a bit cheated
by the idea.� It was too easy.� I pondered this thought as Alison rushed off
to her room and came back with her swimsuit.
�
As the others
watched I pulled off my pyjamas and pulled on the swimsuit.� It immediately became obvious that it
wouldn�t work.� Alison is shorter in the
trunk than I am.� As I pulled the straps up
over my shoulders the material was extremely stretched and was digging
painfully into my pussy and butt crack.�
There was no way I could wear it.
�
I took it off and
sat naked on the side of the bed looking at my bikini options.� My thoughts returned to going topless for the
first time.� I pulled on my shorts and
looked in the mirror.� The others didn�t
have to say a thing � as soon as I saw myself I saw this big expanse of fabric
and I could imagine the huge patch of pale white skin it would leave
underneath.� What�s more, the shorts, if
anything, just made my breasts look more naked.�
I took the shorts off and pulled on my bikini bottoms.� I have to admit that I was quite pleased with
what I saw in the mirror.� Our eyes
normally focus on the imperfections, but every now and then we allow ourselves
to see ourselves as a horny guy would see us.�
I could feel my confidence rising.
�
It didn�t last,
however.� The enormity of the task
overwhelmed me again and I started to beg Tracy for mercy.� I told her that it was too much to go topless
the whole time.� Her answer surprised
me.� �Why don�t you wear a dress down to
the beach?� Then if you want to get a tan
you can change into your bikini bottoms then.�
�
The answer was so
simple and obvious I couldn�t believe how stupid I had been to miss it, and I
immediately agreed to her plan.� I
couldn't work out why she was suddenly being so nice and letting me off so
easily, so I asked her.
�
"This
isn�t about trying to be mean to you," she replied.� "Hell, I wish I had been able to record
our conversation last night.� Don't you
get it?� I know you really want this
because you told me so.� Still, what you
wanted was to be more confident and daring versions of yourselves, not to
become sluts or porn stars.� Of course
you can wear a dress on your way down to the beach if you want to."
�
The other two
left me alone to go and organise the food and drink, leaving me to dig through
my bag for the only dress I had brought with me.� The dress was normally the most daring I ever
got in public, given that it was the shortest dress I owned, coming down to mid thigh.� I would
have to be careful.� I was also conscious
of how thin the pale yellow fabric was.�
I normally only wore white bras underneath it.� As I put it on, I carefully examined myself
in the mirror and I was sure I could make out the dark circles of my aureoles,
although maybe I was being too self-conscious.�
The black fabric of my bikini bottoms showed through, which reminded me
that I was wearing one too many items of clothing.� I pulled them off, had one last look in the
mirror, and then went out to join Tracy and Alison.
�
The first thing I
noticed was that Alison was wearing a dress too.� Since she knew that I would be wearing one,
she had obviously had second thoughts about wearing the skimpy thong bikini
bottoms down to the beach.� I could see
the straps of her bikini top showing at the top of her dress, so I presumed
that she had taken off the bikini bottoms.
�
This was
confirmed a moment later by Tracy, who had casually stepped between us both and
quickly pulled up our dresses, briefly flashing our pussies and bums to each
other.� �Good, good,� said Tracy.� �I just wanted to make sure you weren�t
breaking the rules.� Or should I say,
breaking the rules again in Helen�s case.�
�
�What?� I
shrieked.
�
�You broke the
rules at breakfast time,� responded Tracy.�
�Your pyjamas were a clear violation.�
And now, I think, I will dish out the first punishment.� I want you to come into my bathroom.�
�
I didn�t take
this without an argument, but Tracy insisted on referring back to the written
promise which did specify that the agreement started the moment I woke up.� Tracy was laughing and arguing that I
wouldn�t have written it if I hadn�t meant it.�
I turned to Alison for help, but all she said was that it was probably
better to accept the penalty here in the beach house, as Tracy could just have
easily insisted on punishing me on the beach.�
This effectively silenced my argument, and I followed Tracy into her
bathroom.
�
Tracy had the
master bedroom, and her ensuite had a fancy spa
bath.� She ordered me to climb in and lie
down.� Fortunately it was dry.� Then she produced her hair trimmer and told
me that it was time to deal with my �unacceptable hair situation.�� She argued yet again that this was something
I had talked about and agreed to last night.�
In this case she was probably telling the truth.� I had been embarrassed yesterday by my wild
bush.� I trimmed it every now and then,
but I was lazy about it.� Still, there
was a huge difference between trimming my own bush and having it trimmed for me
by one of my best friends.� I was mortified.
�
I lay back and
closed my eyes and tried to calm myself down.�
I sensed Tracy kneeling down between my legs and I felt her lifting up
the front of my dress.� I felt totally
exposed.� I heard the gentle buzz of the
trimmer, and I mentally prepared myself for its touch.� I flinched, but only slightly, when I felt
its vibrations on my upper thighs and lower stomach.� I kept my eyes shut and kept my reactions
under control.� My heart was pounding
with fear or excitement, I�m not sure which.�
I started to become aware of a familiar tingling sensation in my pussy
and I realised I was turned on.� My
breathing was becoming ragged and I was starting to tremble.� The fear of this being noticed by the others
only served to increase the adrenalin going through my body, and I started
having real fears that I would do something embarrassing like starting to moan.
�
Finally Tracy
stopped what she was doing and invited me to admire her handiwork.� I opened my eyes and looked down and I was
shocked by what I saw.� My reaction
elicited loud laughs from Tracy and Alison.�
Tracy had trimmed my bush right back to a thin landing strip.� It was far more trimmed than she trimmed her
own.� So much for not being mean to
me.� I looked like a stripper and I told
her so.
�
�Ok,� she agreed
with a winning smile.� �I suppose it is
just a bit about being mean to you.�
After all, it was meant to be a punishment, you know.�
�
I sat up and
looked down at my mostly shaved pussy.�
The excitement and adrenalin were still having an effect, and I started
to marvel at how it looked.� It was like
I was looking at myself as a new person.�
Suddenly I realised that the others were still watching me, so I quickly
pulled down my dress.� This brought
another laugh from Alison, but this time a knowing look from Tracy.
�
SUNDAY ON THE
BEACH (ALONE)
�
We were finally
ready to walk down to the beach, each of us wearing a dress.� Tracy also had on her full bikini.� Alison only had her bikini top underneath her
dress, while I was wearing nothing underneath mine, in accordance with the
bizarre and daring agreements we had made.
�
It was almost
midday when we arrived on the beach.� The
beach itself was deserted.� Looking over
at The Palace we could see Grant and two other men sitting on the deck enjoying
a quiet beer.� They were about 50 metres
away.� Tracy gave them a wave, possibly
making sure they were aware of our presence, and this was answered by three
waves in return.
�
This was the
moment of truth.� Deep down I knew I was
going to get topless today, and I knew it would be easier to start while the
men were so far away.� I suspected that
if they came over and joined us it would be so much harder to take off my
dress.� I pulled my bikini bottoms out of
my bag and slipped them on under my dress.�
Alison was doing likewise, while Tracy was already taking her dress
off.� Again, I�m sure she was making a
big show of doing this to make sure the men�s attention was directed in our
direction.
�
Once Alison had
her bikini bottoms on, she turned and daringly faced the Palace deck and
unfastened her dress, which was buttoned all the way down the front.� Slipping it off, she lay face up on her towel
and watched me.� Tracy was also lying
there looking up at me.� Her bikini top
was still firmly in place, making it that much more difficult for me to go
ahead with the dare.� The dress I was
wearing was the type you pull off over your head like a t-shirt � an action
guaranteed to attract attention.� I knew
the easy option would be to turn my back to the policemen, but I was feeling
ready to take it to the next level.� Once
my decision was made I immediately grabbed my dress and pulled it up and
off.� My actions brought an immediate
reaction as a wolf whistle rang out from one of the men, bringing an
involuntary smile to my blushing face.�
It also resulted in me instinctively covering my breasts with my hands
as I sank down onto my towel.� I had
partially chickened out, but I was still pleased with myself for being far more
daring that I could have imagined before the weekend.� Tracy congratulated me warmly.� Alison also said a few encouraging words,
although I suspect she was a bit jealous of the attention I had received.
�
Alison and Tracy
remained lying on their backs in the sun while I lay on my front.� Neither of them made any attempt to remove
their bikini tops, leaving me, normally the least confident one, the only one
topless.� Eventually Tracy rolled over
onto her stomach, and with this she reached back and untied her top, allowing
the strings to lie loosely at her sides to avoid tan lines.� Not wanting to be outdone, Alison also did
the same.� I had no idea how daring
Alison was willing to be, but I knew she was already outside her comfort zone
with the thong bikini bottoms she was wearing.�
She normally tried so hard to draw attention away from her bottom, which
she imagines to be disproportionately large.
�
The sun was
pouring down onto my back and I was starting to feel uncomfortable.� Looking over at The Palace, I could still see
all three men sitting there, half a football field away.� In the context of the situation, there was
unlikely to be a safer time to roll over onto my back and let my naked breasts
point up to the sky.� Again, as soon as I
had that thought I immediately put it into action.� I could feel my heart beating faster as I
turned over, and I was very sensitive to the feeling of the warm sun and the
cool breeze on the exposed skin of my breasts.�
Again Tracy said a few encouraging words.
�
After a while
Alison, who was keeping a close eye on The Palace, reported with a hint of
disappointment that the three men had gone inside.� I was feeling disappointed too.� It wasn�t that I was particularly interested
in any of them.� Apart from the fact I
was already seeing someone, I felt they were all too old for me.� That may even have contributed to what I was
feeling.� I felt like I was making such
an effort to be more confident that it seemed a pity not to have the audience
there to keep it daring.
�
The heat was
starting to make us thirsty, so it seemed the ideal time to grab some food and
drink from our gear.� Being the closest
to the supplies, I sat up and started getting things ready.� Tracy and Alison both chose to sit up too,
leaving their bikini tops hanging loosely from the straps around their
necks.� Tracy reached up and quickly
untied hers, and Alison followed suit, leaving all three of us sitting
topless.� Tracy looked at each of us in
turn and smiled.
�
�So girls, how
does it feel?�
�
By this stage I
was feeling good about how things were going and I told her so.� Alison also said that she was having fun.
�
�Excellent,�
replied Tracy.� �I hoped you would say
that, because I would like to raise the issue of your next penalty.�
�
�What penalty?� I
asked.
�
�We haven�t done
anything wrong,� said Alison.
�
�Oh yes you
have!� gloated Tracy.� �When both of you
were taking off your dresses, you put your panties on first.� You each had one too many bits of clothing
on.�
�
She had us.� Both of us had made this mistake and Tracy
had noticed and kept her silence until now.�
Since we had both just admitted we were ok with being topless, I had a
feeling Tracy was now going to push us a lot further.� I was right!
�
�Your penalty is
that, at some point today, I am going to make you get naked on the beach.� I�m going to try to do it in a subtle and
tasteful way, but you will have to obey me immediately or else I will make it a
lot worse for you.�
�
�But what if the
guys come back?� asked Alison.
�
�That�s the
idea,� said Tracy.� �Let�s just say that
I probably won�t bother with the penalty if they don�t come back.�
�
Alison and I
thought about this in silence.� I
couldn�t remember a time when a guy had properly seen me naked.� When I got naked with guys the lights were
normally out.� Now the chances were high
that I would be naked in broad daylight in front of three men.� I thought about Grant, the only one of the
police officers that we had actually met, and I was reassured by the fact that
he seemed a nice enough guy.� I didn�t
feel at all unsafe.� So I allowed myself
to fantasise about being naked in front of him, and imagining him admiring and
appreciating my body, even being turned on by me.� I could certainly feel myself getting turned
on.� I was certainly feeling very hot, so
I suggested going for a swim.� The other
two quickly agreed.� I wonder if they
were going through the same thing.
�
We jumped to our
feet and ran down into the water.� It was
refreshing and cooling, but did little to dampen my arousal.� Without knowing what I was doing I found
myself with my fingers inside my bikini bottoms.� My fingers explored my recently shaved pubic
hair, then found their way inevitably to my pussy and clitoris.� I was becoming more and more aroused, and I
started to wonder if I could get away with bringing myself to orgasm there in
the water.
�
SUNDAY MORNING ON
THE BEACH (WITH COMPANY)
�
It wasn�t to be,
because before I could finish we caught sight of the three policemen coming out
of The Palace and wandering down to the beach.�
They purposefully walked over to where our towels were and sat
themselves down.� They had obviously
decided to socialise with us.� Tracy and
Alison immediately came over to where I was, leaving me no option but to take
my hand out of my pants.� Alison was
having a confidence crisis and was trying to persuade Tracy to go and get her
towel and her bikini top.� Tracy had no
intention of giving in to her.
�
Even in my
aroused state I was surprised at how self-assured and desirable I was
feeling.� It was actually me that led the
way out of the water, leading the other two up the beach to say hello to the
three men that were waiting there.� Grant
introduced us to Stephen and James.�
Stephen looked to be in his mid-20s.�
He was very handsome, even though his hair was starting to thin on top.
James looked a bit older than his companions, maybe mid-30s.� I noticed he was wearing a wedding ring.� All the men greeted us politely, making an
effort to make eye contact instead of just staring at our chests.� Still, it was obvious they were pleased with
what they saw.
�
I sat down on my
towel, firstly with my knees drawn up in front of my chest before I forced
myself to stick my legs out straight in front of me.� Tracy was sitting in a similar position while
Alison was lying on her side.� We were
all making an effort not to cover up.�
Meanwhile, the men were continuing to be polite and trying not to stare
unless they thought they could get away with it.� Despite being grown men, they occasionally
blushed or stammered like shy teenage boys, and I�m certain they were finding
it exciting to be with us.� I found
myself having fun.� At one point I sat
cross-legged, conscious that my pussy was only covered by the thin piece of
fabric stretched across it, and the increase in furtive glances continued to
make me feel good.
�
Unfortunately the
men were only able to sit with us for about an hour before they would have to
drive home.� It turned out that not only
was James married, but both Grant and Stephen had girlfriends.� I could tell that Alison was disappointed,
but the effect of this news was that we increased our flirting and teasing,
knowing that they were at our mercy, getting them turned on with no option of
them receiving any relief.
�
When James
started dropping hints about leaving, I wondered if Tracy would find the opportunity
to follow through on her threatened penalty.�
She suddenly seemed to find fresh inspiration.� She told the guys that she had always wanted
to see inside The Palace, and asked them if we could have a look inside before
they left.� I had no idea where she was
going with this, but I was convinced that she had a plan that involved Alison
and me being totally exposed.
�
The men
enthusiastically agreed to Tracy�s request, but they were obviously
disappointed when she asked them to wait there on the beach for us to rinse
ourselves off and put on some clothes.�
It was only once she had dragged us away that she told us what was
expected of us.
�
�Here�s what you
have to do.� When we get down to the
water, you are both going to take off your bikinis and rinse them out in the
water, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.� Then you are going to walk back naked, dry
yourself off, and put on your dresses.�
�
Given how far I
had already stepped outside my comfort zone today, in my mind Tracy�s proposal
didn�t seem too difficult.� However, my
subconscious told a different story.� I
could feel my face going red, my legs and arms started to tremble, and my heart
rate and breathing both got faster.� It
was adrenalin and excitement all mixed together with fear and
embarrassment.� Three men would be
looking at my naked pussy, with its bush recently trimmed right back to almost
nothing.
�
Alison and I
caught each other�s eyes.� It was one of
those moments when we needed a little solidarity.� This quick look confirmed that I wasn�t in
this alone.� I could see the excitement
on her face, and her look seemed to be begging me not to chicken out on
her.� I responded by pushing down my pants
and stepping out of them one leg at a time.�
Alison did that same.� Tracy,
meanwhile, was watching us with a big grin on her face.� She didn�t make any move to get naked
herself, the cow.� Since normally she was
the only one of us who would ever have dared to do this before, today she was
making it harder on us by being a bit more modest herself than she was forcing
us to be.� It was working too.� Seeing her wearing her tiny bikini bottoms
made me feel all the more naked in comparison.
�
We walked up the
beach side by side.� As the men watched
us approach they seemed dumfounded, making no attempt to conceal their
staring.� They made no sound, as if there
was a magic spell that would be broken if they did.� I noticed that as Alison picked up her towel
she made no attempt to turn away or conceal herself as she tried herself off,
so I made sure to follow her lead.� Tracy
was already dry and zipping up her dress while Alison and I were still drying
ourselves.� As I was drying my legs,
drying higher and higher until I reached my crotch, I then rubbed the towel in
my pussy.� This is something I do every
day after my shower and I normally think nothing of it.� Today, however, the feeling was electric due
to being so turned on all day.� I felt my
knees buckle and I felt close to collapsing.
�
By this stage
Alison had her dress on over her naked body, slowly doing up the buttons.� I picked up my own dress and pulled it on
over my head, allowing it to fall down over my body to my thighs.� The men remained mute until Tracy declared
that we were ready for our tour of the house.�
This made them come alive, and they were again polite and attentive as
they showed us around The Palace, although again I frequently caught glimpses
of them checking us out when they thought they weren�t being watched, no doubt
looking to see what body parts they may glimpse through the thin fabric of our
dresses.
�
GOING HOME
�
To be honest, I
was so worked up that I hardly remember anything of the inside of The
Palace.� Immediately after the tour we
watched the three policemen drive away.�
The weather was starting to cloud over, so we decided to head back to
our own beach house to pack and hit the road.�
I kept surreptitiously fondling myself when the others weren�t looking,
longing to give myself some relief, but the opportunity never came and I only
ended up making things harder on myself.�
Tracy had assigned herself to cleaning the bathrooms, so she practically
made me make one last toilet trip before she cleaned my ensuite.� There was no way I was going to be able to
bring myself off with her waiting outside.�
I was even toying with the idea of quietly doing it on the drive home,
but again it was Tracy who foiled this plan by grabbing the back seat before I
could.
�
My arousal only
partly subsided on the long drive home.�
Every bump in the road seemed to push it back up again.� I was desperate to get home to the privacy of
my own bedroom.� However, as we entered
the city on the last leg of our journey, I noticed we were passing close to
where Craig lived.� I immediately blurted
out that I wanted to be dropped off at his place.� Naturally enough Tracy and Alison didn�t miss
the opportunity to tease me, but I was beyond caring.�� As soon as we arrived I jumped out of the
car, still wearing only my short thin dress, and I knocked on the door.
�
I don�t intend to
go into details about what happen when I arrived.� Some things are still a bit personal.� However, I will mention a couple of
details.� The first was the curious look
on the face of Craig�s flatmate when he opened the door.� He couldn�t seem to drag his eyes away from
my chest as he greeted me.� He stammered
that Craig was in his room and he offered to go and get him.� I confidently told him there was no need for
that as I marched down the hallway towards the bedroom.� The second thing I will mention is the
totally delighted look on Craig�s face when I marched into his room as he was
lying on his bed reading a textbook.�
Closing the door behind me, I immediately pulled my dress off, revealing
my naked body including my newly styled landing strip.
�
The sex that
followed wasn�t particularly remarkable.�
Craig came very quickly in his excitement and ended up having to bring
me off with his fingers.� However, I can
certainly say that the weekend at the beach house was the start of a permanent
change for the better.
�
�
The End
Chris Warner
August
2010
�
Acknowledgment
�
I would like to
acknowledge that some of the ideas for this story came from a story I read in
the late 1990s. The specific ideas include the idea of having to wear only one
item of clothing (in that case the result of a bet on a card game), the trap of
accidently putting on the bikini bottoms before taking off the dress, and the resulting
penalty of "casually" stripping naked while rinsing off sand.
�
I have no memory
of who the author was apart from the name maybe containing "Angel".
The story was included with a number of other excellent stories on a site
similar to GeoCities. The whole site disappeared many
many years ago, and sadly the stories appear to have
vanished forever. I have searched for them in vain.
�
The characters
are all my own, as is the general story telling. Having now acknowledged the
source of some ideas, I still respectfully claim this story as my own work.
�
Chris Warner