A Dip in the Ocean

There’s still a chance to talk myself out of this. Last time, I was as close as I could get without getting caught. At least, that was what I thought at first. The little bag I have with me says I can get closer. That makes my heart flutter and I can’t get the fantasy off of repeat. Butterflies throw a party in my stomach as I pick a parking spot. 

 

Waves gently roll over the soft sand. There’s a pop, and I see someone scramble for a volleyball. Cheers follow a daring save. An airplane motor buzzes overhead, towing a banner and soaring above a single cloud against the vibrant blue sky. It’s a little cooler than last time, but it still feels warm to my shoulders. 

 

The rolls of sand have towels scattered across its landscape. A lone tower interrupts it, holding a lifeguard atop it. I squint my eyes, seeing long hair, a bright red one-piece. That can’t be who I think it is, can it? Would she work in more than one spot?

 

I shake my head. It can’t be her. I need to go forward with my plan before common sense does me any favors. I take a bag from the passenger seat of my car and make my way to the little dressing rooms at the side of the beach.

 

I take a breath. This is pretty reckless of me. Maybe even more than last time. And yet I can’t help but smile when my heart races, when my knees wobble. There’s nothing better than when my kitty purrs and begs me to pet it.

 

After I seal the curtain, I start undressing. I pull my tank-top off my shoulders, kick away my flip-flops and shove my shorts to the cold ground. My panties let out the same bright pink bark. There’s no useless bra to discard though. The lowercase a’s don’t need one. They don’t even really heave when I take a breath.

 

I double check my morning grooming in the mirror. There isn’t a single hair left standing. Even doing that made me nervous. I can still change my mind and back down, but at the same time it feels like a waste to shave bare and not go ahead with my plan.

 

I’m as smooth as I can get. Maybe I can get a laser treatment, but I can see the razor did its job. Now for the harder part. Or it would be, but I have a clever idea.

 

I take out a spray can, an old shirt and a pair of long socks. I pull the shirt on and the hemline reaches just above my hips. It’s a size or two too small for me, but that creates a clean, wrinkleless hemline. The socks reach up most of my thighs. If someone walks in on me now, I have no idea how to explain this. My intimates are still completely bare and exposed.

 

This is where changing my mind becomes difficult. I take the spray can, rattle it until the paint is ready, and remove the lid. The nozzle hisses along the lines of my clothes, leaving a blue trail behind. It’s a little awkward to trace around my thighs, especially when I have to open my stance. 

 

The butterflies scatter as I feel the air pressure between my legs. A pleasant, floral scent from the paint tickles my nose. The ingredients shouldn’t irritate my skin, but I’m a little worried. If someone thought it was perfume, the illusion falls apart. 

 

Soon everything between my stomach and upper thighs turns to a vibrant sky blue. I take a brush and apply a lighter shade in clear lines. It just needed a little something more to look real. One more deep breath, and I pull the shirt off my painted body. The socks follow. My plan works. There’s no messy overspray thanks to my stencils.

 

I turn and inspect myself in the mirror. My face is crimson and my heart is racing. It’s my last chance to back down. To do something sensible. But I can’t help but feel excited. This is so much further than what I did in the pool. And yet I can’t wait.

 

My hands tremble as I put everything back in the bag. I take a breath. I already know this can work. The lowercase a’s are small enough, I just hope my painting plan works out. It might be fine from a distance, but anyone that looks long enough might see a smudge.

 

I move back to my car while my mind cycles a few words. Naked. Outside. Topless. I pull the back door open and toss the bag inside. Exposed. Nude. Vulnerable. It’s my last chance to change my mind, but the adrenaline is a little too sweet. I’m too horny to stop. I slam the trunk lid shut and move for the beach.

 

An exhale escapes me. My disguise can work, but I have to play it cool. If people are going to think I’m a guy, I have to act like one. Not this shaking, aroused mess that I actually am. I force my hands to my sides and walk.

 

I can barely hear the other beach goers over my own heart. It’s slamming itself like a heavy car crash, shaking my world with each thump. Still, I can hear the cheers of volleyball players and the splashes of the rolling tide. There’s a slow beep, as someone is waving a metal detector over the sand.

 

A warm breeze rolls by, washing over me like a gentle hug. Even with the layer of paint covering my intimates, it still makes me shiver. I have to keep double checking my “shorts.” Are the lines holding? Am I sweating through the paint? What if I’m wet? 

 

It seems fine. There’s a couple of smudges near the edges, but the faux cover is still there. It just doesn’t feel that way. The air itself makes it easy to forget I did that. I feel so exposed and vulnerable. And this will only hold for so long. Just the thought brings more butterflies in my stomach. My kitty tingles at the thought of the paint melting.

 

Maybe… for just a second.

 

I let a hand drift over my hips. A finger finds its way to my soft labia. My cheeks ignite as I tease myself. Sparks start dancing up my back. I’m in public, naked and touching myself. I know my world could turn upside down in a second, but this feels so good.

 

“Oh hey, I remember you!” 

 

I jump and my skin tightens. I withdraw my hand and twist my head.  Who said that!?

 

“Up here, silly!”

 

I turn and see the lifeguard, sitting atop her towering chair.  She’s in her bright red one piece that fights to contain her ample chest. She has her sunglasses on, casting a little aura of mystery. Her long blonde hair is tied up in a ponytail today, and there’s a little glob of sun lotion on her nose.

 

“O-oh, hey!” I say, my voice shakes as I wave at her. I clear my throat.  I have to be a boy. “How’s it going?” I gruff out.  There’s something on my fingers. I take a quick look, and there’s some blue on my fingertips. My pupils shrink.

 

“Doing fine, just doing some lifeguard work here today,” she said. She lowers her sunglasses and reveals her cocoa brown eyes. They wander me, they crawl over my skin. My brain scrambles at the thought that she can see my pussy. And there might be paint missing.

 

“Even if you’re only gonna be here for a little bit, you’re going to want some sun-block,” she said with a smile. “There’s a stand around here somewhere… it’s better than what they have at the pool. I would still say the convenience store has better stuff though.” She pushes her sunglasses back on top.

 

“Oh! Yeah! Ha ha!” I nod at her. “Yeah I should totally get some. Build up my base tan.” She hasn’t noticed. I turn my backside to her. “Well, I’ll be wandering the beach!” 

 

“If you go in the water, I’ll be watching!” the lifeguard waves.

 

I turn and walk away. My heart is racing and it takes all of my focus to not just fall down. I briefly look over my paint work. It still looks okay, although there’s more smudging at my thighs. The paint is also a little lighter where my finger touched. Of course, I have to look close to see that, but it almost looks lit up to my eyes.  I can’t do that again.

 

I can’t just leave. The lifeguard is going to think I’m up to something if I just leave now. And I’m very much up to something. But what can I do?

 

There’s a sudden thump in the sand, and I see a colorful beach ball roll towards my feet.

 

“Hey, a little help?” called out a voice.

 

I look and see a few guys by the beach ball net. “O-oh, sure!  Here!” I pick up the ball, throw it in the air, and leap. My hand slaps the ball towards him and sails right to his waiting hands.

 

“Thanks! That was pretty good!”  He turns to his friends, and then back to me. “Hey, we’re waiting on a friend and could use one more, wanna play a few rounds?”

 

Playing volleyball?  Like this? With a misty-thin layer of paint protecting my modesty? I think I should just say no, or sorry. The paint will only last for so long, and it can fade faster if I move a lot.

 

“Maybe just one round, sure!” I say.  Stupid stupid stupid. 

 

The group welcomes me with a few cheers. I force a smile on my face. My blush hasn’t calmed down even a little bit. It’s going to give me away for sure. I have to double check and make sure my little disguise still exists. The blue is still there. For the moment, my secrets are alive. They don’t know I’m naked, and they don’t know I’m a girl.

 

They serve the colorful beach ball and bop it. It sails over the net in my direction. I push my hands together and push it back. I feel so exposed. I’m so naked. Still, I try to play the game. I try to shake those thoughts out of my head. If I don’t calm down, they’ll find out.

 

Something bops my head and I flail my arms around.  “Whoa!” I tumble into the warm sand.

 

“Save it!”

 

One of the guys from my side makes a desperate dive, kicking sand from his feet to salvage the ball banking from my head. It lifts into the air, as another teammate gives the ball a sharp slap, returning it to the other side.

 

“Whoa!”

 

“Ahh!”

 

“Let’s goooooo!” The guy in the sand bangs his fists and pulls himself up to his knees. He turns to me and nods. “Crazy save! Come on, bro!”  He extends a hand towards me. 

 

Bro. He believes I’m a boy. I smile and accept his help, getting back on my feet. 

 

“Yeah, that was awesome!”  I cheer back. I brush a little sand off my legs. Some was on my butt too. I try to be quick and wipe the sand away from my backside. I really didn’t want to land there. I look behind, and I see the lifeguard on top of her seat. She lowers her sunglasses, and is looking right at me.  I smile and give her a brief wave before double checking the paint.

 

There’s blue on my hand.

 

My blood goes cold.  I twist to inspect the paint. There’s a smudge on my buttcheek. My cover is starting to melt. Am I starting to sweat already? Is it the game, or the hot sun? I’m in trouble if my cover is starting to fade! 

 

“Hey, are you ready for the next round?”

 

“Huh?” I blink, seeing one of the guys. I pull a breath. The back of my suit is compromised. I need to flee before they figure out the truth. “Oh, right! Yeah I can do one more!” Why do I do this to myself?

 

They pass me the ball, it’s my turn to serve. I take a deep breath, holding the colorful plastic in front of my chest. They haven’t figured it out, I’m okay. I throw the ball up in the air, and whip my wrist as hard as I can. A sharp ping echos in my ears like a gunshot.  

 

The ball hits the net and lands on the sand below.

 

“Yo, fault one. Try again!” One of the guys passes me the ball.

 

“Isn’t that tennis?” Another scratches his head.

 

“Who cares? This isn’t tournament.”

 

I catch the ball. My heart is flying. I have to get this right. I throw the ball up, and jump. The air glides over my bare body as I spike the ball over the net.

 

The volley continues between my teammates and the other side. My knees wobble and I look back toward the lifeguard. She’s watching. Is she seeing my naked ass? Does she know I’m wearing paint?  Anyone could tell if they look long enough, and she’s paying close attention! If she realizes what I’m doing…

 

“Get it!” comes the desperate call.

 

“Huh?” I turn. My eyes widen. I shift my weight and bounce the ball against my wrists. It returns to my teammate who spikes it, but the other team bolts the ball back at me! It’s flying high and I have to back up to bounce it back. I put my hands together and hit the ball as hard as I can. I trip over sand and tumble a second time.

 

“Oof!” I land. I feel the hot grains against my skin. They cushion my impact, but I know this will cause more problems. My body is sweating and making the paint smear. In fact, it’s starting to thin where my thighs meet! My disguise is about to vanish on a public beach.

 

“Let’s goooooo!” shouts one of the guys.

 

“Yo, beautiful save! Perfect!”  says another, approaching me. “Do you play often?”  He extends a hand to me again.

 

“O-oh, me? No, not really.” I accept his help and get back up. It feels like there’s even more sand on my ass than before. The paint is making it worse.

 

“Dang, you should. You made some crazy saves!” he says. “Anyway, I think I see my buddy now. You’re free to hang out if you want!”

 

“Oh, don’t worry about that!” I say with a little laugh. “I um… have some other things I wanted to do, so I should get going!”

 

The guys nods.  “Alright, well if you change your mind, we’re right here!”

 

“Thanks!  It was fun!” I wave and turn. I need to get away from here. This is likely my last chance to escape and avoid trouble. If this paint takes any more damage, they’re going to find out that I’m really a naked girl.

 

“Hey, you got a lot of sand on your shorts!”  he said. “Like, a LOT of sand!”

 

I freeze.  “O-oh, I do?”  I twist and look. A lot of sand stuck to the paint. My eyes widen and my adrenaline spikes. It’s highlighting the shape of my ass. And the light brown color isn’t fair off from my skin tone. It nearly matches, and makes me look naked!  A trembling hand approaches in slow motion to wipe it away.  “That’s um… that’s no big deal! I’m gonna swim soon!”  

 

I power walk toward the ocean. This is the absolute worst idea I could have came up with to get away.  And yet here I was, running from the frying pan into the fire.  Between my sweat from the heat, wiping away sand, and a little hormonal condensation, my shorts were beginning to fade into less than a speedo.

 

The cool waves lap over my ankles. My mind is screaming at itself. I think my head is a little numb. If I go too deep, the last of my cover will be little more than a memory. And yet I can’t stop. I’m at a party I’m not ready to leave. I walk to the water until it’s at my ankles, my knees, and then my hips. I would probably collapse if I wasn’t in the water. 

 

With the water concealing my secret, I can’t help myself. I move my hands under the water and begin wiping away the sand. But thin blue clouds are appearing around my hips as I do it. Bit by bit, atom by atom, the paint is leaving my body. My face is glowing hot with blush, and I wear a crumpled smile. Even though the paint is thin, I can somehow feel it leave me stranded without a hint of cover.

 

It’s worthless to flee now. Instead I caress my hips and try to wash away what’s left of the paint. I’ve gone completely crazy. With the faux swimsuit disintegrating into the waves, I’m head to toe nude. And I have nobody to blame but myself.  Everyone on the beach is going to see me. The lifeguard is going to see me. She’ll probably figure out I’m a girl this time.

 

Fingers caress my tender sex beneath the water.

 

My thighs clamp around my wrist. Do I really want to do that? I should be planning a route back to my car. Instead, all I can think of is pleasuring myself. My self control got me to the locker room last time. Now I can’t seem to resist the thought. 

 

I start caressing myself. Self control leaves me as I start to indulge. My clothing is far away in my car. There’s no way for me to reach it without being seen. Everyone that believes I’m a boy is in for a surprise when they see me step out without a swimsuit. The lifeguard will know for sure.

 

I shudder as I think of the lifeguard. That little smile, that playful attitude. The way her swimsuit strains under the tension of her chest. I let a finger dive deeper as I imagine her towering over me. What would she think if she found out my secret? That I’m really a girl, and that my swimsuit was really just paint?

 

Release is getting closer. I’ll burst in the ocean, regain my senses, and then worry about finding cover. For now, the image of the lifeguard appears in my mind, sitting atop the seat and smirking at me. Thumbs hook into the straps of her one piece and pull the material. I increase my pace and lean. I’m so turned on. I didn’t think she would affect me this much.

 

I bite my lip. I open my stance. It’s here. It’s inches away. I’m naked on a public beach. I can’t redress. I can’t pull my hands off my throbbing clit. I’m super wet. Even though I’m underwater, I can tell. I arch my back and let out a scream.

 

Pleasure overtakes me, and I start to drift. Brilliant colors flash before my eyes as intense heat rushes over my fingertips. I’m cumming. It’s bursting out of me and it feels so good. The world is spinning around me, I can’t feel the ground beneath my feet. Water starts to come over my head. All I can do is giggle as everything begins to fade.

 

***

 

It feels like seconds pass by. I can hear the ocean again. I feel a pressure on my chest. Something is on my face too. I open my eyes to a face full of sandy blonde hair. Confusion tries to escape my mouth, but another set of lips is on it, forcing air in. Is that her? Kissing me?  My eyes relax and I let her save me.

 

Suddenly, my head jerks and I cough up salty sea water.  A hand is on my shoulder and back, patting and pushing more out of me. I shake my head, and I see the lifeguard. I start gasping, and breathe normally once again.

 

She lifts up a walkie-talkie. There’s a moment of hesitation as she looks over my blatant nakedness. “She’s okay, standby.”  There’s a beep and she sets the walkie-talkie down.  “Thank God, you’re breathing!”

 

I pant for a moment and look at her. “W-what happened?”

 

“I was hoping you’d know. One second you were swimming, next I heard a scream. You started sinking so I had to rescue you,” she said.

 

“You… saved me?” I blush. I feel like I’m an inch tall. I look down at myself, and see my naked body. My pussy is in plain sight for her to see. Red returns to my face, and I shove my hands between my legs.  “Ah!  D-don’t look!  I…”

 

“Relax, relax!” she says, caressing my back. “We’re in a secluded spot.”  

 

I open one eye, and see a large rock behind me, obscuring the view from the rest of the beach. Her tender hand is a small comfort.  She saves my life, and even makes sure nobody sees. She’s too good.  I can’t help but shake and lean against her, my head finding her breast.  It was so soft…

 

“Umm… are you okay?”

 

My eyes shoot open, and I pull away from her. “S-sorry I um… I just… I kind of… I don’t…”

 

“Okay okay, just relax,” the lifeguard says. She rubs the back of her head and glances at the area around them. “You had a bit of an experience, if that helps you calm down… then I can hold you until you put your sense back together.”  There’s even a little blush on her cheeks.

 

I tremble for a second longer, until I cave in to what I really want. I lean my head against her chest and just breathe. What I’d give to see her dressed as I am right now…

 

Several minutes pass, where she just caresses my shoulder and back. She doesn’t seem to mind being a pillow for me. Eventually, however, she has me sit upright.

 

“So… can’t help but notice you lost your swimsuit,” she says with a little smirk.

 

“Oh… y-yeah… um… it kind of slipped off…”

 

“Like it did in the pool?” She winks, and gives me a little squeeze. “Cause I kiiiinda thought it happened a different way this time.”

 

The butterflies are in my stomach again. And they’re having quite the dance.  “W-well… I’m n-n-not sure… the waves, you know, they pulled me in…”  She’s on to me. She knows!

 

“Oh I dunno…. I’ll bet it’s safe and sound in your car,” she winks at me. “Of course, paint doesn’t last too long in sea water.”  

 

I almost fall down. She pulls me into a little hug. She’s really on top of everything. “H-how did you know?”

 

“Nevermind that,” she says. She pulls a towel from behind her and drapes the colorful fabric over my vulnerable form. “Let’s not show off that tush of yours to everyone on the beach,” she winks. “And it’s gonna be hard to convince everyone you’re a boy without a set of trunks.”