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   Bikini Beach Ch.  01

   The long sandy beach had a perfection one might expect on the cover of a
brochure advertising some kind of tropical resort, with bright sun and
clear blue skies and waters.  And indeed images of this beach had been used
on the cover of the brochure which had brought the two boys to this place.
A moderately obscure resort in the more paradisical part of Ruritania.

   But in truth it wasn't simply the prospects of swimming and sunbathing
that had caught their eye.

   As two horny and distinctly mischievous eighteen year olds, the
attention of Matthew and Ted was predictably attracted by the tanned,
big-boobed blonde in the bikini lying on the sand in the photo of this
beach, with other, seemingly similarly hot girls spread out along the
beach.

   Yes, this resort promised the possibility of proximity to exactly such
exotic creatures.

   While these two boys were not exactly unattractive, they were also more
than slightly nerdy, and partly as a consequence were so far lacking in
experience with the opposite sex.  And experience with the opposite sex was
exactly what they wished for.  So much.

   Daydreams of girl in bikinis, or, heaven permit, maybe even topless, had
occupied their minds ever since they had begun to plan this holiday.

   With this in mind, the naughtier of the two, Ted, had had the idea of
bringing a high quality camera with them, with a good zoom lens, which they
could conceal in a specially-altered beach bag, to capture any attractive
girls revealing any amount of flesh in the sun's heat on this idyllic
beach. And they planned to be sneaky.  Neither could imagine better
mementoes of their vacation than high-quality full-color photos and video
of the hottest girls a beautiful resort could offer.

   Also, both Ted and Matthew were frequent visitors to Voyeurland website,
a community of perverts to which people would often submit photos sneakily
taken of gloriously clueless women tanning topless or - oh boy!  -
completely nude.  Visitors to the sites could vote for favored images and
there were cash prizes for those deemed the hottest.

   While this wasn't a nude beach, Matthew and Ted did have hopes of
offsetting the cost of this trip by getting as many such images as they
could.  You could even submit video of such girls, for more prizes.  And
they were ready and equipped to do so.

   Even if they didn't win, the idea of exposing some model-quality girl to
the world was hot.  In truth, in all of their horny teenage years, neither
had managed to see an actual live girl naked.  In truth, over the last
couple of years, Ted, with the eager assistance of Matthew, had set up
several pranks which, if successful, would have involved multiple girls
finding themselves suddenly nude in public, or at least in front of Ted and
Matthew and a camera, but sadly so far without success.

   Thus Ted spent much of the plane journey to Ruritania speculating about
the quality of the girls they would encounter at the resort, and the
entertainment they would derive from covertly ensuring the everlasting
notoriety of any of them foolish enough to permit their camera even a
momentary glimpse of their special bits.

   "Like, imagine their faces if these girls ever see the photos on-line?!"
Ted giggled as they had boarded the plane for the resort.

   "Or maybe they just won't understand all of the sniggering and funny
looks the guys at work give them after someone recognizes them and makes
sure everyone gets a look."

   "You can be sure there are lots of guys who would love a chance to see
that hot girl in the office, nude, without her knowing."

   "This is going to be great!"

   As you can see, these fine, upstanding citizens were of deeply moral
character, thoughtful to others, and utterly trustworthy.  Young gentlemen
of the highest order.

   On arriving, however, they discovered that they had made a mistake.

   While the beach was sunny, the water perfect, and the sand flawlessly
soft beneath their feet, their lack of resources had led them to err in
selecting when to visit this particular resort.

   After checking in at the hotel at noon, conveniently next to the beach,
they had walked around the grounds and then down to the water to check it
all out.  Something had become clear to them very quickly.

   As lovely as it all was - almost no-one was here!

   No wonder it had been cheap enough for them to afford to stay here - it
was off-season, sunny but weeks before large numbers of people would
arrive.

   For some, this would have been great news, ensuring time to enjoy the
beach without crowds of people around.

   For the boys, though, this was a disaster, putting a huge crimp in any
of their hot-girl-related plans.

   In their first two hours at the beach, they counted twelve other people.

   Of those, only two had been women of the right age and attractiveness to
fit their desired criteria.

   And of those two women, only one had even worn a bikini, none of which
she had removed at any point despite sunbathing for a solid hour.  She
never even undid her top while lying on her front, thus denying the boys,
who had their camera secretly zoomed in on her from a small but sufficient
distance away, even the chance of a momentary nipple exposure.

   "I guess she doesn't care about tan-lines," Ted commented with
disappointment.  "What a bust."

   "Sure, a great bust, but we only get to see it under that top!" Matthew
replied.

   "No, I mean this trip is a bust."

   "Oh.  Yeah, Maybe so," Matthew said.  "Damn."

   "And we're not going to be winning any prizes with these."

   There was a pause as they both considered this disappointing reality.

   "Let's get a drink."

   "Let's get a bunch of drinks."

   They headed to the hotel bar, and over the next half-hour got somewhat
drunk.

   Over the next hour they got even more drunk.

   Later, quite far into the afternoon, Ted and Matthew emerged from the
darkness of the bar, slightly unsteady and squinting in the suddenly bright
sun, with the intention of returning to their hotel room, and maybe taking
a nap.

   It was then that they first saw her.

   She looked in her early twenties, with a beautiful, heart-shaped face,
long blonde hair, and amazingly blue eyes.  Her skin was so tanned it
appeared that she might have some latina blood.  And though her bikini was
relatively modest compared to what the boys would have preferred, it could
in no way conceal the fact that she had simply astonishing tits on her
toned, slim, flat-stomached body.  Huge, firm, round tits - perfect.  The
boys couldn't help but watch as her amazing boobs bounced a little with
each step she took.

   In short, she looked like a young hot big-titted wet dream, like a
curvily perfect porn star if anyone could persuade a brown-skinned beauty
this Playboy-perfect to star in porn.

   Ted and Matthew simply froze as she walked past them.

   With her having passed them on her way down to the beach, they could now
stare far more openly, and as they looked after her they discovered that
her bikini bottoms, while again reasonably modest for the kind tied at the
sides in big bows, could in no way conceal the fact that her ass was an
amazing bubble butt, obviously smooth and round and also, to their eyes,
just perfect.  A perfect rump.

   She was, they both realized simultaneously, the hottest girl they had
ever seen in the flesh, and one of the hottest girls they had ever seen at
all.

   They looked at each other and without a word just turned and headed
toward the beach, following from maybe fifty feet this gorgeous bikini
babe.

   Yes, she was so far out of their league she probably couldn't see them
as anything other than ants from way up there.  But they could sure see
her, and they instantly, desperately hoped to see more.

   Arriving at the beach, the boys saw she was strolling along the sand
away from the hotel.  Maybe she wanted to be further away from the
half-dozen people spread around the sand in front of the hotel, and maybe
she just enjoyed a walk, but either way she was heading away, along the
long, almost entirely empty beach.

   Both carrying towels, and Ted carrying their special camera-fitted beach
bag, they decided to follow at a discreet distance, and a bit further away
from the water, where small dunes could sometimes conceal them from view.

   "Maybe she's looking for somewhere to get some sun on those tits!'
Matthew speculated hopefully to his comrade in stalking.

   "Or even to get an all-over tan!" Ted said.  "But she probably won't do
either if she see us around."

   "You're right, let's keep out of sight as much as possible."

   And so that is what they did, trying to walk casually so that they
didn't look suspicious if she did happen to see them, but also trying to be
as sneakily difficult to spot as possible, even veering further away from
the water and behind some of those dunes to prevent being noticed.

   Ten minutes later, on what was apparently an utterly unused part of the
beach - at least now - this amazing vision of sexiness decided to stop,
sitting down on the sand and relaxing.

   Matthew and Ted, moving as slowly and silently as they could manage,
were able to find a spot maybe fifteen behind her, half-concealed by a
rising mound of sand.

   She had no idea they were there!  From where they were crouching down,
they had a pretty astonishing view of this girl's boobs poking up at the
sky.

   Eager to capture anything and everything, Ted set up the bag to point
the camera her way, and, looking in the bag, had the camera zoom in enough
to get a nice, close image.  They could take high-quality still photos from
the excellent video this camera could take, so even a brief moment of
exposed nipple or ass-crack might be enough for submission-worthy material.

   Meanwhile, this big-titted beauty had pulled a small bottle of vodka and
a plastic cup from her bag, and was proceeding to drink in the sun.  She
pulled out ear-phones and attached them to a device and seemed to be
listening to music and relaxing as she drank.

   Then she had another drink.

   This girl was astonishingly sexy, but Matthew and Ted started to get
impatient, and then bored.  Come on, no-one else is here (that you know
of!) so take off that top, or at least lie on your front and undo it to get
sun on your back.  Do something more!

   But she didn't.  She had several drinks in the hot sun, and that looked
like all she would do.

   Then she pulled something out of her bag and lit it with a cigarette
lighter.  Ted and Matthew assumed it was a cigarette until wind blew some
smoke their way and they realized she was smoking a joint.  Not a small
one, either.

   Now they started to feel envious, and wished they had brought booze at
least, or had found somewhere they could buy pot.

   This was dragging on, as the girl had another drink, and then another
joint.  Her movements were showing serious signs of the consequences of
this consumption, too.

   After a while, Matthew was starting to think it was time to leave, maybe
go back to the bar, maybe try again tomorrow or something, when Ted got his
attention.

   "Hey!" he whispered.  "I think she's falling asleep."

   And that seemed to be true.

   The combination of alcohol, pot, and hot sun, and maybe insufficient
food or water, had this girl lying down and seemingly drifting into
unconsciousness.

   They watched as her head slowly moved to the side and her arm slowly
slid off her stomach onto the sand, her regular breathing the only other
motion for some minutes.

   They waited, unsure what to do, until Ted whispered "Fuck it, hang on a
minute" and reached into their bag, grabbing the camera out and then
picking up the bag too.  "Let's get some proper close-ups, yes?"

   Ted walked slowly and silently to where the girl lay with her eyes
closed.  Grinning, Ted pointed the camera straight down and panned up and
down that perfect body.  He looked back at Matthew and shrugged, gesturing
him to join him next to the unconscious girl.

   As they both looked down, Ted still filming, Matthew whispered, "They
really are amazing tits.  Why couldn't she just take that top off?

   Ted looked at Matthew, managing to look thoughtful even as he was still
grinning, which is difficult to do.  "You're right," he said softly.

   It occurred to him that if this girl was really as out-of-it as he
suspected, this was an opportunity too good to resist.

   Ted knelt down next to the figure recumbent on the sand.  "Hey!" he said
somewhat louder in her direction.  "You awake?"

   Matthew was startled, almost panicked, thinking he was going to have to
suddenly explain why they were both standing next to her, with a camera,
talking to a beautiful bikini-clad girl.  There was a pause as they both
held their breath without realizing, watching intently to see if she would
wake up.

   But there was no movement at all, no sign that she had heard Ted or
indeed that she was aware of anything at all.  Just the slow and steady
rise and fall of her chest.

   Ted grinned back up at Matthew and then giggled.  He poked a finger into
the flesh of the girl's shoulder, not hard but hard enough to test for a
response.  Matthew held his breath but again...

   Nothing.

   Matthew helped himself to the girl's pot from the bag she had carried
down the beach with her.  He also noticed and on the spur of the moment
helped himself to her room key, which he found in her bag also.  Then he
quickly rolled himself a large joint and was lighting it while Ted got some
more pictures and video of the girl as she lay there, from different
angles.

   Matthew then got an idea, and with every toke he took he would lean down
and breathe smoke directly into the girl's face, so that with every breath
she would take in some marijuana-laced air.  He figured it should help keep
her happily relaxed and oblivious.

   The third time he did this she suddenly wriggled a bit, causing the boys
to freeze in panic, but her eyes stayed firmly shut and she certainly
didn't seem close to waking.

   After a moment, Ted shrugged again and handed Matthew the camera.

   Reaching into their own bag, Ted pulled out a small pair of scissors
they had bought after they arrived - originally acquired to cut up pot, if
they found a way to get any while here.

   Matthew raised his eyebrows at Ted, and Ted, grinning still, winked back
and leaned forward, reaching out with the scissors open to where the bikini
top was smallest, right between those huge firm boobs.

   As Matthew tried to suppress a giggle, Ted looked around to make sure
no-one was anywhere nearby, and then gave the scissors a little snip,
neatly cutting the bikini top between the girl's glorious breasts.

   "Ok, you ready?" Ted asked Matthew quietly, gesturing at the camera. 
"Make sure I'm not in the shot, yes?  Make sure the right bits are in shot
and in focus - you know, tits, maybe face?"

   Then, holding his breath, Ted reached over to the part of the bikini
still lying over the girl's left tit, and ever so gently pulled it aside,
revealing a scoop of somewhat less tanned, smooth flesh topped with a
nipple like a little red cherry.

   He paused again, waiting with nervous excitement to see if she was about
to stir and demand an explanation.  When this didn't seem about to happen,
he did the same with the right, and just like that this incredible pair was
exposed to the world!

   Or at least to the eyes and camera of a couple of horny late-teenage
virgins.  But they both knew they would up-load it all to the voyeur sites
soon enough.  And from there these images would undoubtedly circulate far
and wide, forever.  Especially with a girl this beautiful, a body this hot,
tits this awesome, you could guarantee the nude images of this girl taken
without consent or knowledge would be spread about with enthusiasm by
perverts everywhere.

   They were both happily excited to have this naughty of the first tits of
their teenage life.

   Her red cherry nipples pointed at the sky on those gravity-defying
boobs, tits considerably lighter than the tanned skin they could see
everywhere else.  "We're doing her a favor really," Ted chuckled.  "She
needs to get some sun on these things!"

   Matthew started getting some video again, a nice clear shot of this
now-topless girl lying on the beach with her most spectacular rack on
display.  A potentially prize-winning rack!  'I suspect she'll regret
getting this smashed!' Matthew thought.

   She had not moved at all, not made a sound beyond slow steady breathing.
So Ted started to ever-so-slowly and gently pull the bikini top remnant out
from under the sleeping beauty.

   It took maybe an entire minute to complete the process, but in the end
the damaged bikini top was his.  He put it in his pocket for the moment,
and stood up next to Ted.

   They both looked down at this topless wonder, grinning, close-ups of
each nipple.  This was as thorough a record of her tits as he could manage!

   She still hadn't moved or shown any awareness of their activities.  She
was truly out of it.

   "She is really out like a light!" Matthew said.

   "Yep!" Ted said, grinning more widely than he had ever grinned.  "Well
then..." he continued, kneeling down again.  "I guess we might as well..."

   Matthew's mouth fell open and his eyes went wide as Ted reached out to
the big bow on one side of her bikini bottoms, and after a pause to look up
at her face he judged she was still deep in stoned sleep, and
ever-so-slowly started to pull a string.

   And it took a few seconds, but just like that, the bow fell open.  The
bikini bottoms stayed sitting over her crotch, but now only tied at one
side, the slight wind causing it to flutter just a little, but not nearly
enough to do more than tease with possible exposure.

   Grinning, Ted gently did the same with the bow on the other side.

   After a brief chuckle, he reached with both hand to the bottoms lying
across her, and pulled them down so they fell between thighs spread just
enough for the bottoms to fall onto the sand.

   "We have pussy!" Ted said excitedly, knowingly quoting 'Revenge of the
Nerds'.  In his excitement he worried he had accidentally spoken too
loudly, but another pause assure them both that she slept on.

   Meanwhile, Matthew's mouth fell open as he gazed on the first snatch of
his adult life, and what a perfect, smooth-because-almost-entirely-shaved
snatch this seemed to be.  Except for one thing.

   That very small patch of remaining hair, the strip of pubes pointing
like an arrow down toward this girl's cunt, striking Matthew as like an
unintentional 'insert here' sign, was a very nice light brown.

   That is to say: Not blonde!

   The carpet didn't match the drapes!

   Matthew's hands were almost shaking but he did not hesitate, pointing
his camera at the naughtily exposed pussy and panning up past those
unknowingly displayed huge tits to that lovely, sleeping face which would
now be so easy to identify, and then panning down again to take in those
boobs and cunt again.  He smiled thinking about how surprised she would be
if, or probably when, she saw this video on-line!  How many thousands, tens
of thousands, would see everything she has to offer?  He tried to picture
her face if she ever realized how utterly she had been revealed to the eyes
of the world.

   Ted, meanwhile, just couldn't resist.  As Matthew looked through the
camera's viewfinder at those boobs, he saw Ted's hand sneaking in from the
side and starting to touch the girl's left tit.

   First time in his horny teenage life Ted was fondling a tit, and it was
one of the greatest he had ever seen, even in photographs in magazines.

   His other hand came into shot and just like that Ted was grabbing at
both of her boobs.  They both kept a slightly nervous eye on her face,
looking for any sign she might wake, but there was not the slightest
flicker of movement or response.  Just the slow rise and fall of those tits
as she breathed, even as Ted squished those hooters about.

   After a quick glance at one another, Ted gave both of her tits a quick,
hard squeeze at the same time.

   No response.

   Nada.

   That was when they realized just how out of it this girl really was.

   "You know," Ted said, groping her tits with far less concern about the
possibility of her waking, "I have nothing to compare them to, but I do
think these are, you know, real."

   "Let me have a go," Matthew said, and when Ted withdrew his hands he
started feeling those boobs, feeling her nipples on the palms of his hands
as he began pushing them together, squishing them around, taking full
advantage of his first adult access to breasts, and, luckily, to exactly
the kind of knockers of which he had dreamed for several years.  Matthew
couldn't resist molesting the enormous tits on this drugged-up young woman.
In truth, he doubted any teenage virgin boy would have been able to resist
a chance to feel these tits.

   They were both grinning uncontrollably.  After a while Ted said, "Ok,
come on - let's get some more material to submit, yes?"

   That said, he started to slowly pull those long slender legs apart,
until her feet were more than three feet apart.  He didn't want to pull
them too far apart, in case it woke her from her helpless stupor.  But even
just this far apart had her slit obscenely displayed, pointing out like she
was offering her hole to the ocean.  Ted pointed at her exposed pussy. 
"Film this!"

   Matthew laughed out loud for the first time and did so, getting a
close-up from just inches away, so that her cunt filled the whole shot, and
then pulling the camera back and panning up her whole body to her face. 
Then he got a shot from down between her legs up past her cunt, with her
tits on either side of where her face could be clearly seen - clearly
enough for anyone who knew her to recognize her.  Her pussy, tits and face
all in one shot taken from down between her legs.

   In case that wasn't revealing enough, Ted decided he would be an idiot
if he didn't take this opportunity, so he lent down and used two fingers to
gently pull the girl's pussy lips apart, exposing the pink inside her cunt.
With her legs spread like this, her lips stayed open just long enough for
Matthew to repeat his earlier shots only now with snatch open.

   Matthew didn't understand why Ted then closed her legs, until Ted said
"Help me turn her over!" Together they knelt next to the unconscious hottie
and used their hands to gently and slowly roll her over onto her front, her
face resting with her left cheek on the sand.

   They rolled her off her untied bottoms, and Ted stuffed the other half
of her bikini in his pocket along with her wrecked top.  "There's no way
she's getting this back!" he laughed.

   "Really?" Matthew asked, grinning,

   "Yeah, let's see her try to sneak back into the hotel naked!  And
without her room key too!"

   They both chuckled, thinking of how she might deal with that situation,
finding herself the only one nude on a public beach, where nudity was most
definitely not permitted, with no way to cover herself with anything other
than her hands.  Knowing everyone has a camera in their phones.

   Now utterly naked, with no bikini at all, she lay on her front, her
bubble butt revealed, smooth round orbs with a hint of cunt visible between
their light brown perfection.

   "I can't believe the ass on this chick!" Ted announced.

   As Matthew filmed, Ted pulled those ass cheeks apart enough for Matthew
to get a nice from-behind shot of that lovely pussy, and even better
revealed at the same time as her little asshole.  An asshole, he suspected,
untouched by human cock.

   In truth, many years later Matthew would reflect that in all of his life
he had never come across an ass better than the one on this girl.

   Grinning, imagining her dilemma when she woke utterly naked, unable to
cover herself, having to walk or maybe sneak back through the resort to the
hotel and somehow get back into her room, Ted walked down to the water and
threw all of the bikini and her room key as far into the ocean as he could
manage.  The key instantly sank without a trace, and he watched as both
parts of her bikini washed out to sea, never to be seen again.

   When he returned, Ted was surprised and amused to find Matthew with his
shorts pulled down, kneeling on the sand next to the girl's head, stroking
his hard cock which was pointed at the nude girl's face from mere inches
away.

   Matthew was imagining cumming on the girl as revenge for every hot girl
ever having turned him down.  He hadn't actually asked many hot girls out
in the first place, but he assumed they would have turned him down if he
had asked and he was annoyed at this imagined constant rejection.  He
wasn't going to miss his chance to spurt vengeance on this girl's beautiful
face.

   Ted, meanwhile, began surreptitiously getting video of Matthew's
increasingly furious jerking, making sure that Matthew's face would not be
visible but also making sure the girl would be very recognizable fully
naked and obviously about to have some guy ejaculate right into her
snoozing face.  He wondered if that would wake her, but doubted it.  It
would almost be worth it, he thought, just to capture her reactions as she
opened her eyes to a hard cock looming right in front of her eyes, possibly
still shooting semen at her from inches away.  Before realizing she was
utterly, full-frontal nude.  And being filmed!



   Bikini Beach Ch.  02

   Ted and Matthew had not recognized Yasmin, because in truth they had
never before seen or heard of the gorgeous huge-boobed model, but in
Ruritania she had become famous over the last few years - the young local
supermodel who was simultaneously a symbol of sexiness and a seemingly
wholesome girl, who never did work involving even partial nudity, and never
wore truly revealing outfits.  This had cost her quite a lot of work, but
her local fame and reputation still had millions of local guys lusting
after her.

   Which is why the hotel had hired her to star in a new promotional
campaign, and more particularly in the commercial which would be shot and
go out live on tv and on the huge screen at the football stadium, which was
expecting record crowds for a match between top teams.

   The hotel management hadn't thought Yasmin would actually say yes to
their proposal, but she wanted a holiday and doing an evening's work at the
hotel while spending a few days relaxing seemed like a good deal.

   Unfortunately, earlier in the day Yasmin had had a dispute with the
hotel's manager about the content of the commercial.

   He had insisted on his idea for the live commercial, that he would stand
next to Yasmin in her bikini, on the beach, with the hotel behind them and,
behind the hotel, a view of the two huge mountains that dominated the
Ruritanian skyline.  The manager would then smile and say to camera, "Come
visit us at the Ruritanian Hotel, and enjoy a view of beautiful mountainous
peaks!"

   At which point, in the hotel manager's plan, the camera was supposed to
pan down to Yasmin's bikini-covered tits, much cleavage exposed.

   The manager thought it would garner the hotel much attention - putting
Yasmin's cleavage on display would be marketing genius, he believed - but
Yasmin thought it would be crass and had walked out, even though she was
contractually obligated to appear in the commercial.  She had actually
signed the agreement including exactly that script - she had been so rushed
at the time that for the first time in her modeling career she had not read
the script, assuming it would fit with her well-known refusal to do nude
work or anything too raunchy.  She had not been happy when she found out
what was supposed to happen.  It wasn't even close to nudity, of course,
but it was certainly closer to vulgarity then she would wish.

   It had been at that point, as Yasmin walked away from her argument with
the hotel manager, that the teenage tourists Ted and Matthew had first seen
the astonishing local beauty.

   An hour later, as thrilled as they were to have stripped the sleeping
model of her modest bikini to reveal and thoroughly film the wonders
beneath, Ted and Matthew still had no idea of how few had ever had access
to that forbidden territory, or how many had dreamed of getting even a
glimpse of the secrets concealed within.

   Some time after Ted and Matthew had walked back down the beach to the
hotel, Yasmin had slowly come to, gradually waking to find herself lying
face down on the sand.

   At first, with her eyes still closed, she simply thought she had drifted
off to sleep from the heat, the booze and the pot, which of course was
true. Somewhat hazily she wondered how long she had been sleeping,
realizing she was still at least technically due to appear in the tv
commercial early this evening.

   Only when she managed to half open her eyes and, after a moment, took in
her situation and surroundings, did she realize that something was
different.

   Her eyes snapped wide open all of a sudden as she turned her head and
saw her own body, with nothing covering her ass.  She lifted her head and
looked down, seeing her boobs equally uncovered, and realized her top was
also missing.

   She was naked!

   She looked around briefly but almost frantically, and saw no-one.  Her
relief was limited though, as she also could see no sign of her bikini, or
any other way to cover herself.

   Yasmin had sought out a part of the beach in which she could have
privacy not merely to get away from the film crew and hotel manager, and
not only so she could smoke pot without worrying, but also because in truth
she didn't like to wear something as revealing as a bikini in front of
people.  Guys always stared, and some women too, and she was actually a
very modest person.  She didn't even like to change in front of other
women, whether she knew them or not.  This had been a problem for her as a
model, but she had mostly made it work.

   And now she was here on the beach with nothing on at all.  What had
happened to her swimsuit?!  She must have been lying here in the sun for a
little while at least, she realized, as the tan-lines left on her bubble
butt had become less visible as her ass had tanned.  Had anyone seen her as
she lay here?  God, she hoped not...

   Not long afterward, Yasmin walked warily along the beach, arm across her
tits and hand down over her crotch.  She looked around without success for
anything with which she could cover herself, and also to keep a worried eye
out for any people.  She didn't understand how she had lost her bikini, but
in addition to her modesty and terror at the ida of public nudity, she knew
she really didn't want anyone to get photos of her in this state.  She had
always been very careful to avoid wardrobe malfunctions or anything along
those lines.

   By this time Ted and Matthew were lounging in long chairs on the sand,
waiting for her arrival, Ted with his video camera, Matthew with his phone
already set to its camera function.  A film crew were setting up a hundred
yards down the beach, but Ted and Matthew hadn't paid them much attention
or made the connection with the model-hot girl.

   "There she is!" Ted announced as Yasmin's nude form became recognizable
the closer she got to where they sat on the beach in front of the hotel.

   Humiliated but desperate, Yasmin walked up to the boys with her arms and
hands pressed on her body hiding as much as she could.  "Could you help
me?" she pleaded as she approached.  "I need something to wear!"

   They saw no reason to be subtle about their efforts to ogle and film the
naked girl - nude on a public beach, and not a nude beach either.

   "Hey, did you lose your bikini?" Ted yelled out, laughing as he lifted
up his phone and began filming her.

   "This isn't a nude beach, you know," Matthew told her, grinning, the
camera in his lap getting video the whole time, "but I'll give you a dollar
if you drop your arm and give us a look at your tits, what do you say?"

   "What?!" Yasmin exclaimed.

   "I bet she's not a real blonde, " Ted said to Matthew loudly, then
addressed the poor naked girl, who was red-faced with embarrassment, "Come
on, move your hand and show us your pussy?"

   Yasmin gave up and just ran away up the beach in the direction of the tv
commercial crew.

   "Nice ass!" Matthew called after her as they both laughed and got as
much footage of her rump as she sprinted awkwardly across the sand, her
hands now trying to cover that amazing behind from their eyes and cameras.

   By luck she ran straight into the young woman who was supposed to be
working as her assistant for the filming of the live tv commercial.  Who
was very surprised by this turn of events.

   The hotel manager and director had been worrying about the disappearance
of their model, what with the filming of the commercial scheduled to begin
so soon, and so were relieved when the assistant appeared to report that
Yasmin had re-appeared.

   They, too, were surprised to hear that she had turned up totally naked.

   A somewhat overweight mid-forties professional, the manager was still
excited to be starring in his own television commercial, and more to the
point the hotel needed it.  Room occupancy was down, and they needed their
advertising to get noticed.  The manager himself felt like his career was
on thin ice.  If this effort at promotion didn't get attention, both the
hotel and he personally could be in trouble.  He knew his ideas for the
commercial were a bit tacky, like he was selling used cars or something. 
But he also thought it would work.

   It was then, though, hearing that the prudish Yasmin was even now stuck
in only a towel, that the manager had an idea.  An idea which had him
trying and failing to suppress a grin.

   The woman hired to be Yasmin's wardrobe assistant tried again.  "All I
could give her was that towel.  Shouldn't I get her some other bikini? 
I've got a back-up pair in the hotel."

   "No," the manager replied, smiling, "she may as well stay in the towel,
don't worry about it."

   "The script calls for her to be in a bikini.  And she keeps asking for
something to wear."

   "Then stall her!" the manager ordered.  "Tell her you can't find
anything or that you have people out looking but they might not make it in
time, tell her whatever you like, ok?!  Just keep her in that towel or
it'll be your job!"

   A minute later, the manager and director conferred with the cameramen.
"Just do it like we planned!" the manager said, looking around to make sure
Yasmin wasn't too close.  "I know she isn't wearing the bikini, but just do
it like we planned and it will all be better than fine, I promise!  Oh, and
another thing..." he continued, lowering his voice to keep what he was
saying confidential.

   One minute later, Yasmin was still trying to persuade them to let her
get dressed before the commercial began.

   "We've no time, Yasmin, we're going live in seconds!  It is your fault
for turning up late.  We're going out live you know!  Come on!  Quick! 
Quick!" the director said, gesturing wildly for her to get into position
next to the manager.

   Yasmin couldn't believe she was going to do a live tv commercial wearing
only this towel.  But at least, she thought, she won't be in that bikini,
making that scripted cleavage shot impossible.  They would have to end this
commercial some other way, she thought.  Some more dignified way, she
hoped.

   But Yasmin, standing slightly awkwardly on the beach in her towel next
to the suit-wearing, grinning hotel manager, with bright lights focused on
them and crew all around trying to stay out of shot, had no more time to
think about it, because the director was counting down, and now shouting
"Action!"

   Using both hands to hug the towel against her body, Yasmin put her
professional model's smile on her famous face and barely listened to what
the manager was saying.  The manager was hamming it all up, his speech full
of double entendres which probably weren't working as well with Yasmin
wrapped in the towel instead of wearing the bikini.  But Yasmin was
professional enough to listen for her cue - the moment at which she would
wave her arm out in a model's gesture of presentation, as if show-casing
the mountains behind them.  Except this time she would have to be careful
since this would leave only one hand to hold the towel together around her
body.

   The manager arrived as the key moment, "Come visit us at the Ruritanian
Hotel...", and Yasmin waved an arm out as if to highlight in advance the
peaks rising behind them.  "...and take a look at some beautiful
mountainous peaks!" the hotel manager concluded, grinning.

   Following the earlier plan, the cameras didn't pan up to the mountains
behind them both, but instead panned down to where Yasmin's towel was
concealing her huge firm rounds boobs.

   Timing it perfectly, the manager reached out and in an instant had
YANKED the towel away!

   As Yasmin squealed in surprise, a hundred thousand homes suddenly had
their screens filled with a close-up of one of the world greatest racks,
bouncing slightly from Yasmin being startled as the manager had whipped
away her only cover.  The thirty-thousand strong crowd at the stadium
exploded in cheering and laughter as Yasmin's tits similarly filled a
screen fifty feet high and eighty feet wide.

   The man providing live commentary at the stadium momentarily forgot his
voice was being broadcast, and exclaimed "Great tits!"

   Back on the beach, the laughing cameraman in front of a blushing Yasmin,
following instructions, made sure everyone kept getting a good clear look
at Yasmin's amazing knockers.  Boobs meet audience, audience meet boobs.

   For a moment she just stared in horror at the camera beaming live images
topless images of her to the world, but then Yasmin took a shocked step
backwards, which in truth only succeeded in having her rapidly-reddening
face come into shot along with her boobs.

   Which got another enormous cheer at the stadium .

   Yasmin's mouth fell open as she stared at the grinning cameraman in
front of her.  He took a step back himself, so that her full - and
fully-nude!  - body came into shot, but she realized in panic what was
happening just in time and her hands moved fast, an arm suddenly covering
as much of those huge tits as it could, and a hand flying down to try to
hide her pussy from view.

   All the viewers at home and in the stadium couldn't see her cunt, or
know she wasn't a real blonde, but they could sure tell she was naked, and
that only those hands were blocking a full view of the undiscovered country
no previous photographers except Ted and Matthew had managed to explore.

   What Yasmin didn't realize, though, was that the manager had planned for
her efforts to retain some kind of modesty.  After letting the viewers have
a few seconds of realizing Yasmin's full-frontal exposure was limited only
by her hands, the manager leaned into shot - making sure not to block much
of the view of Yasmin - and cheerfully declared that "we should get a view
behind the scenes!" He then winked and, on that signal, suddenly the shot
on everyone's screens switched to that of a cameraman Yasmin didn't realize
had quietly moved into position behind her.  His camera captured her
perfect bubble butt in all its glory, with not even her hands blocking the
view.  A view getting even louder cheers from the stadium crowd, and
causing the commentator to comment "What an ass!"

   Yasmin, arms and hands pressed hard against her body trying to hide it
from the camera in front, bent over forward in her efforts to maintain
whatever modesty she could, the bright red of her face seeping down her
neck and lower so that even her tits were starting to get pink with
embarrassment, squealing "don't look!  I'm naked!  stop filming!"

   Her leaning forward gave the cameraman behind her an idea.  Giggling
quietly, he quickly kneeled down right behind her and pointed his camera up
at where she was unknowingly poking her ass back his way.

   Now screens everywhere were filled with a vision of Yasmin's naked butt,
and even more amazing to the crowds and audience, a nice shot of her
supermodel cunt, her pussy lips peaking out from between the smooth round
ass cheeks for which she was famous, even if those cheeks had never been
publicly seen without even a bathing suit between them and the viewers.

   In the stadium control booth, the operator knew he was supposed to
switch away from the half time tv commercial feed, so everyone could get
back to the game.  His hand even reached for the switch which would have
saved Yasmin from further exposure, but at the last minute he couldn't
bring himself to do so, so Yasmin's naked bubble butt stayed up there
revealed to all at many times actual size.  The players from both teams
were both standing on the field staring up at the huge screen and grinning.

   Back on the beach, the cameraman behind Yasmin whistled at her, and
called out 'Yasmin!' in a sing-song voice.

   When she turned her head around and saw him behind her with another
camera she gasped loudly.  She couldn't stop herself from quickly moving
both of her hands behind her in a desperate effort to try to block his shot
of her naked butt.  By this time she obviously wasn't thinking clearly.

   The director, a true professional, had the view instantly switched back
to the camera in front, and everyone at home and in the stadium got their
first full-frontal nude images of the legendarily modest, huge-titted
Yasmin, small strip of brown pubic hair and all.  The grinning hotel
manager gestured for the camerman to zoom in for a close-up of the
beautiful model's pussy, which the latter quickly did.

   The manager bent down to stick his head into shot just next to her cunt,
giving it a quick look with a smile on his face before licking his lips and
turning to face the camera.  Yasmin looked down at him with eyes wide, her
mouth falling open.

   "Well at our hotel, at least the carpet matches the drapes!" he laughed,
adding, "But just like our hotel, this looks like a perfect fit for any
guy!" as he poked a finger in a sharp jab in the direction of Yasmin's
snatch.

   Then it was his turn to be surprised.  What he hadn't counted on was the
cameraman crouching behind Yasmin.  With the shot going out coming from the
camera in front of her, he couldn't resist using the moment to reach
forward and give Yasmin a hard pinch on her left butt cheek.

   Yasmin let out a loud 'EEEK!' in response and her body jerked forward in
an involuntary effort to escape those pinching fingers.

   She then let out an even louder and more surprised 'EEEK!!' as the
shocked model accidentally impaled herself on the manager's pointing
finger, which was now being shown in close-up on screens everywhere buried
several inches inside her cunt.

   Back at the football stadium, the regular game commentator couldn't
resist yelling out 'GOAL!'