Surfing Old School

Kari sat on her board, bobbing up and down, her long dark brunette hair flowing in the offshore wind. She waited for her shot at a wave. She watched her rival, Ashley Sanderson, pop into a crouch on her board and catch the latest wave. Kari couldn’t help noticing her skimpy bikini bottoms, peeking out from under her neoprene shirt, that showed a lot of cheek. Most of the female pro surfers were wearing them now. Her coach recommended them, but Kari refused. Just imagining herself showing that much of her ass made her blush. Her brow furrowed and she absentmindedly tugged on her full-cut bottoms.

They were competing in a surf tournament at Hermosa Beach, CA. Earlier the waves were small, so the surfers’ scores were so far unimpressive. Late in the day the offshore wind picked up and the surfers were impatient to get the bigger waves. Kari was next. She got into position as the wave reached her and managed to catch it just right. As she dropped into the wave, she thought ‘Yeah! I can tell this is going to be the biggest one yet.‘ Her energy building, she knew if she did this right, she’d win this tournament easily.

Back on the beach, her coach, Mona Tahani, shared her excitement. She watched her star pupil get the right wave at the right moment. Over the PA she heard the announcer telling the crowd, “Next up is our favorite goofy-foot, Kari Kaimana. Originally from Hawaii, she’s been surfing since she was five. She and Sanderson are going toe-to-toe for a shot at the WSL Qualifying Series Tour. A win here is a must for both of them.”

Kari was in top form as the large wave started to curl over her. She slipped into it backside and crouched to avoid the crest. Everything seemed to be perfect and she got more excited by the second. The end of the barrel was in sight when she crouched just a little too low. As her butt pushed into the wave, water funneled into her bikini bottoms, making them balloon out like a parachute. Finally, the weight of all the water snapped the right-side tie.

Before she knew it, her bikini bottoms were pulled down to her knees. She panicked and grabbed them to pull them up. She felt an unexpected thrill run through her as the the water rushed between her bare ass cheeks and labia and then right over her clit. That one second of inattention cost her; her surfboard’s nose swiveled into the wave. The rest of the board flipped over like a catapult, throwing her into the surf. As she hit she lost her grip on her bottoms.

Back on the beach, the announcer yelled, “Oh! And she’s axed!”. Mona wondered, ‘What the hell went wrong? That should’ve been so easy for her.‘ Mona started toward the surf. A win here would not only have moved her closer to the World Championship Tour, it would’ve attracted sponsors with deep pockets. As it was, they were scraping by from one contest to the next. ‘I’m not sure how we’re going to make it to Hawaii.‘

Kari was able to orient herself and get to shallow water. Her mind was racing — ‘Oh my god! Where are they?‘, as she covered her pussy with her hand. Her face went pale as she stared at the crowd on beach. A vivid image raced through her mind, of her walking through them naked from the waist down.

‘This can’t be happening!‘  She shook the image out of her head and thought, ‘I’ve got to find them!‘ She couldn’t risk going any farther in than waist-deep until she found her bottoms. She grabbed the leash around her left ankle and pulled her board toward her, while the images of her walking bottomless through the beach crowd refused to leave her mind .

She thought, ‘Okay, calm down. The right side broke, so it has to be somewhere around the leash.‘ She pulled it and felt up it until the board was right next to her, but no bikini. She waded a little farther in and flipped the board on its side to shield her. Then she saw it; the leash had tangled in the fins and her bottoms were hooked between them.. She pulled the looped leash and heard a sickening rip. Watching in horror, she saw the bottoms split into pieces and drop into the churning foam.

Her knees instinctively clamped together and, in spite of herself, her nipples started poking forward in her wet nylon T-shirt. ‘Oh God, I AM going to have to walk through the crowd bottomless!‘

She could see Mona walking toward her, a frown on her face. Her coach was usually kind to her, but when it came to surfing or training, she was a real hard-ass. Kari steeled herself, held the board tightly in front of her nakedness, and walked out to meet her.

“Kari, what the hell happened?”

Kari looked panicked and said, “My bikini bottoms got ripped off!”

“Where are they?”

“They got shredded by the fins. They’re gone! What am I going to do?”

 

Mona went around behind her and saw her bare bottom. Kari repeated, “Mona, what are we going to do?” She couldn’t help admiring Kari’s ass, full and round, but still tight and toned from her physical training. ‘It’s a shame she has to keep it covered up. Most women would kill for an ass like that.‘

“Well, let’s get you right to the locker room. I’ll walk behind you and try to keep you covered.”
They started off across the sand. Unfortunately they had to walk past a group of the other surfers congratulating Ashley on her good score. In spite of her coach’s efforts, as they passed by, Ashley could see that Kari was bottomless.

She said, “Hey Kari. I see you took my advice and ditched those old granny panty bottoms you always wear.” The rest of the women laughed. She added, “I would have done it before the tournament, but whatever…” Kari blushed as she and Mona hurried to the lockers, the other women’s laughter echoing behind them.

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A few hours later, Kari was sitting in a beach bar, looking out at the surf. She and her roommate, Jessica, were commiserating over a few beers. Jessie and she both studied business in college; it was clear that Kari’s heart and mind were set on surfing, but Jessica excelled in their classes. Now that they were out, she was acting as Kari’s manager and PR person while she was looking for a good job.

“So you came out of the surf bottomless?!”

Kari frowned and said, “Yeah. I had to hold my board in front of me and Mona walked behind me.”

“Wow, how awful.”

“Yeah, and that bitch Ashley had to get a dig in at me. What an awful break.”

After a few sips of beer, she said, “Did you know my Hawaiian ancestors used to surf naked?

“Really?”

“Yeah, when Captain Cook’s sailors first saw surfing it was in Hawaii. They wrote that the Hawaiians riding the waves alongside their ship were the most beautiful people they’d ever seen, and as naked as Adam and Eve.”

Jessica looked at her with a raised eyebrow and said, “Oh yeah?”

Kari continued, “Yes, and then the missionaries came. They banned surfing and forced the Hawaiian women to wear full-length muumuus.”

Jessie said, “Kind of like when the militants in the Middle East take over and force all the women to wear burkas.”

Kari replied, “Yeah. Those damned missionaries found something beautiful and destroyed it.”

 

She took another sip and then joked, “Now if we were all surfing naked, I never would’ve lost.”
The remark caught Jessie off-guard. She was secretly thrilled at the thought of her beautiful friend surfing in the nude. ‘I give anything to see that…‘

As casually as she could, she asked, “Hey, why don’t you? You could say you’re honoring your Hawaiian heritage. Or protesting the treatment of women. Or both…”

Kari blushed, wide-eyed. Just the thought of it made her cross her arm in front of her chest and put her other hand in her lap. ‘Surf naked? I was bottomless for just one wave and freaked out! ‘

Her nipples stiffened and strained against her thin t-shirt, which wasn’t lost on Jessie. She thought, ‘Part of her really is turned on by the idea!‘

 

“Jessie, I was just kidding. You know I can’t do that! I can’t even stand to wear the skimpier suits all the other surfers are wearing now.”

Jessie put down her beer and pointed at Kari. “Now that’s because of those missionaries you were just complaining about. If you really think what they did was wrong, you should go back to the old ways & surf naked.”

Kari blushed even harder and said, “I could never do that. I’d freeze up. Besides, Coach Mona wouldn’t agree to it.”

“Agree to what?”

They looked over and saw Mona approaching, beer in hand. Mona was also half Hawaiian and had been a pro surfer back when there were a lot fewer women in the sport. When she stood next to Kari, you would think they were sisters. They had the same olive complexion, the same long dark brown hair; they were both taller than average, with Kari just an inch more at 5’7″. Their only notable differences were Kari’s slightly fuller breasts and hips, and her hazel eyes, instead of Mona’s brown.

As she sat down, Jessie said cheerily, “Let Kari surf naked. Like her Hawaiian ancestors did.”
Mona’s eyebrows arched, and she said “That sounds like a great idea.” She looked over at Kari. “I’m surprised you would suggest it, though.”

Kari looked shocked and started to protest, but Mona continued, “You know, I’ve thought the same thing — if we wanted to do this sport right, we should do it old-school and surf nude.”

Jessica’s eyes twinkled as she asked, “Do you think the officials would allow it?”

Mona said thoughtfully, “Maybe. Our next competition is in Hawaii. I may be able to convince them to let you, as an homage to your Hawaiian heritage.”

Kari was too shocked to respond, and Jessica excitedly said, “That’s wonderful!”

Kari finally was able to protest, “No! You wouldn’t make me surf naked, would you?”

Mona could see she was alarmed, so she shook her head and smiled. “No, would I do that?”
But in her mind a plan was coming together. She liked to push her students out of their comfort zone; it would always spur the best ones on to keep improving. She knew Kari was so close to joining the top rank of surfers. This might be the nudge she needed. And the extra publicity wouldn’t hurt. She made a mental note to call one of her old surf buddies in Hawaii, and then ordered another round.

 

Their conversation turned to other things, and Kari told herself that they were just teasing her with the threat of surfing naked.

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The next week in Hawaii, the Governor was feeling embattled. He had always had to deal with activist groups of one stripe or another. His latest was a group calling themselves Hawai’i First who were demanding the state turn over the island of Kaua’i as a preserve for native Hawaiians. Failing that, they wanted 3 billion dollars for reparations, to protect and promote their native culture. The Governor was indignant. He had some Hawaiian ancestry, way back when; at least that’s what his grandmother told him. How dare they question that?

 

Normally, this would be another little annoying gnat of a problem that he could swat away. Unfortunately, some rich lawyer from California, who had a second home in Hawaii, started working with the group. He offered his services pro-bono. He was a formidable opponent, and even though the Governor knew they would never prevail, the haole could make his life a nightmare in the court of public opinion for years. He needed some way to show he supported Hawaiian culture without caving into their demands. And he needed to make sure everyone would notice.

 

Just then his phone rang. His assistant said, “Someone from the surf tournament committee wants to speak with you, sir.”

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That Thursday found Kari, Mona, and Jessie flying from LAX to Honolulu. Mona had been in contact with the surf tournament committee, who informed her that the Governor had taken a special interest in Kari’s idea; he had given them first-class flights and a luxury hotel suite for their stay. All he asked in return was for them to attend a meeting with the press.

 

And so there sat Kari, in first-class, trying desparately to calm her nerves. As she sipped her third glass of wine, she thought, ‘They’re really expecting me to do this. And the Governor thinks it was my idea. ‘ Her hardening nipples and tingling thighs told her that some part of her was excited about it. She took another sip to get the thought out of her mind. ‘To have any chance of getting into the World Tour, I have to compete in the tournament in Hawaii. And without sponsors, we can’t afford to get there on our own. But naked? How the hell am I going to talk them out of it? ‘ Soon the wine sent her nodding off to sleep.