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 ï>¿Karen's Vacation Gets Even Wilder by LuckyDave1066

   Karen woke up very late, dragged into consciousness against her will by
a variety of sounds; people fooling about at a nearby pool, brunch dishes
being cleared away by a busboy at the restaurant's tables in the courtyard
below her balcony, the drone of several vacuum cleaners and, finally, a
loud knock at her room's door followed by a young woman yelling,
"Housekeeping!"

   "Why didn't I put out the damn do-not-disturb tag last night?" she
mumbled to herself before shouting a reply to the maid; "Later, please!"
Wide awake now, the memory of her wild balcony show the night before came
back to her; it seemed more like a dream, but as she remembered what she'd
done, forgetting to plan for a quiet morning and late wake up seemed
understandable.

   And what a memory!  She had never done anything remotely as raunchy
anywhere, let alone in public, and was sure she never would again.  Still,
she couldn't stop smiling as she thought about her one crazy night; nobody
here knew her and she'd had an unexpected adventure.  If she ever put
together a bucket list she could leave doing a public striptease off; been
there, done that!  She showered and dressed to go out in search of some
lunch.

   Deciding to keep a low profile for a while in the resort after her
behavior the previous night, Karen got some suggestions at the front desk
for restaurants in the nearest town and took a cab a mile or so down the
beach.  She found a cafe from the list of recommended spots and enjoyed a
leisurely lunch and a single glass of wine.  She had resolved to not go
overboard on alcohol intake today, thinking having had more than she was
used to last night might have played a part in her unprecedented behavior.
Having invested in a cab ride to get into town she decided to browse at a
few shops as long as she was there.  She bought a few souvenirs and a
silver bracelet made by a local artisan which seemed to be a bargain.

   She was about ready to head back to her resort when a small shop with
some bright swimwear on display caught her eye.  While some of the suits in
the window were way more revealing than she could see herself wearing to
the beach, some looked like the fairly conservative bikinis she used to
wear when she was in her twenties; having seen what the women at the resort
were all wearing, she thought the one-piece suits she'd packed were a
little too boring and decided to go inside and see if anything in the store
would actually work on her 44 year-old body.

   Stepping into the store, Karen found she was the only customer in the
shop at the moment.  A young woman at the register looked up from her phone
and greeted Karen; she asked if she could help her find anything.  "Just
browsing, I'll let you know if I have any questions," Karen replied.  The
clerk seemed relieved to be able to get back to whatever she was doing with
her phone, so Karen began her search for a two-piece suit she could be
comfortable wearing to the beach.  There was quite a variety and the prices
seemed very reasonable, but most of the suits were haphazardly mixed in
several bins so it took her a while to find a matching top and bottom she
was interested in that appeared to be the right sizes.

   She took her potential purchase, a fairly conservative dark blue bikini,
to one of the three fitting rooms, stripped down to her panties and tried
it on.  She was amazed that a fitting room in a shop specializing in
swimwear didn't have a full-length mirror, but figured it was in keeping
with the general bargain-basement vibe of the place.  The bottoms fit
pretty well, but the top was way too small, so she put her blouse back on,
buttoned a couple of buttons and stepped back into the quiet store.

   Karen dug through the bins near the fitting room, searching for a
matching top in the right size.  It took a few minutes, but eventually, she
found a likely top and brought it to the fitting room to try it on.  She
peeled off her blouse again, wishing she'd worn something a bit looser; her
blouse's sleeves were a little tight and turned inside out every time she
took it off.  The new top fit better, but was a little larger than she
needed.  The labeled sizes seemed to be almost totally random; "Maybe that
explains the bargain prices?" Karen thought.  Keeping the not-quite-right
top on for the moment rather than deal with her blouse again, she left the
fitting room and began searching for a just-right top.  She expanded her
search to some bins farther from the fitting room, eventually finding a
cluster of matching tops in a variety of sizes.

   Gathering up six possible tops, Karen was about to go back across the
store to the fitting room when she noticed she was near the only
full-length mirror she'd seen anywhere in the store.  Thinking about having
to go back and forth to the fitting room until she happened to find a top
that fit, she looked around the store; "Still just me and the clerk here,
and she's paying me no attention at all," she thought.  Keeping one eye on
the shop's entrance, Karen took a deep breath as she unhooked the
ill-fitting top and slipped it off, dropping it into a nearby bin!

   She was shaking a little as she stood half-naked in the middle of the
store and fumbled a bit with her first new candidate, but managed to get
the top on fairly quickly.  The latest top fit pretty well but had an ugly
stain on it she hadn't noticed until she checked herself out in the mirror.
After another quick check of her surroundings she took off the top and
picked up one of the others she had set aside, getting it on without
incident, but realized immediately that despite being marked as being the
same size as the top which fit well, it was way too small.

   After a quick glance towards the clerk, Karen took the second top off.
She was about to try on another one but paused as a new idea came to her;
since the first top she'd tried on out on the sales floor had fit her well,
she just needed to see if one of the four left matched it.  She picked up
the stained top and began comparing her remaining candidates to it.  One by
one she compared them, each one proving too small or too large.  Having
found one top that DID fit, and loving a bargain, she wasn't quite ready to
give up, so she dug into the bin and began checking a few more in the
cluster of matching tops.

   She bent over the bin and compared a few more tops to the stained one;
she was about to give up when her persistence paid off; she finally found a
matching top in the correct size with no apparent defects.  She was in the
process of trying to separate it from a tangled wad of tops, savoring her
triumph over the store's disorganization, when she heard two voices, one
female and one male, coming from the direction of the entrance!

   "C'mon, hon, I'll just have a quick look around and then we can go,"
said the woman.

   "You always say that and then you end up looking at everything in the
store," said the man.

   "You exaggerate," she replied.

   "Just a little, you have...hey, wow, look!" he said, pointing at Karen,
who had frozen in place as she watched the couple come into view less than
fifteen feet from where she stood.  Still naked above her bikini bottom,
she held the tangled clump of tops over her breasts with one hand and
bolted off to the fitting room, flinging the curtain shut as she dashed in.
A glance at the small face height mirror was enough to confirm what she
already felt; she was blushing deeply.  Despite having shown far more of
her body to far more people the night before, something about being so near
to the couple, it being the middle of the day, and the sudden nature of
this latest exposure made her shiver uncontrollably for a full minute or
two in the fitting room.

   Once she had calmed down, Karen went back to untangling the clump of
suit tops to free the top she wanted to buy.  Hanging up her hard-earned
prize and the matching bottoms, she got back into her bra, blouse and
shorts and peeked out into the store.  The couple who had seen her was
still browsing, though only the woman seemed interested in the goods on
sale; the man spent much of his time looking in the direction of her
fitting room.  Karen brought her two items to the register, hoping to pay
for her purchase and slip away without crossing paths with her fellow
customers.  She was almost at the sales counter when she heard the woman
say to the man, a bit more loudly than needed, "I'd like to try this one
on, let's go over to the fitting room; it might take a little longer than
changing out here but that's a little too slutty for me." Karen gritted her
teeth and set her new suit on the counter.

   The clerk smiled and said, "I think this will look good on you, but did
you not see the signs?  Everything in the store is on sale today, buy one,
get one free.  I can hold these here for you if you'd care to look for
another suit you like." Karen had been thinking she just wanted to pay and
leave, but the catty remark from the other woman shopping irked her; she
thanked the clerk, but knowing how badly labeled the merchandise was, she
kept her selections with her as she went back to the bins full of suits,
practically bumping into the couple on her way.  She couldn't help enjoying
the appreciative look the man gave her, and even kind of liked the frosty
look the woman gave her.

   Using the suit she'd gone through so much to find as a guide, it only
took Karen a couple of minutes to find another bikini top and bottom which
seemed likely to fit her.  She wouldn't normally have stopped looking as
quickly as she did and settled for the thong in her hand, but her new plan
required her to move fast; she took it into a fitting compartment and
quickly undressed completely.  She got into the new suit, a decidedly
racier style in bright yellow, as fast as she could, finishing getting it
on as she heard the curtain of the other woman's compartment slide open. 
She eavesdropped on the couple's conversation; as close as they all were to
each other she couldn't really have avoided overhearing them, but she
actually wanted to know what they were up to.

   "What do you think, hon?  Does it look good?" the woman asked.

   "You look great in it, I like it!" he answered.

   "Really?  You're not just saying that to make me happy?

   "Absolutely not!  Sexy as hell!"

   Karen heard the curtain close and opened her own curtain, stepping out
just a few feet from the man, who smiled as he looked her over.

   "You're the only guy in the place, can I bother you for an opinion?"
Karen asked, pointing at her suit's two pieces.

   "Ah, sure, I guess," he said, now looking a little nervous as he glanced
at his companion's compartment, "It looks nice."

   "Oh." she said as she spun slowly around, "Nice, inoffensive, or nice,
sexy?"

   "Ah, sexy, sure," he said quietly, looking more nervous.

   "Okay, thanks a lot!" she said, smiling as she stepped back into her
compartment and pulled its curtain closed.  Mostly.  Except for the last 6
inches of the opening, which she took care to leave unobstructed.  With her
back to the curtain, she untied the knot at the back of the top and lifted
it over her head, hanging it on a hook.  She trembled slightly and
hesitated for a moment before sliding the suit's bottom down over her butt,
but went ahead and dropped it to the floor.  She bent at the waist to pick
the bottom piece up, realizing only as she felt herself make contact with
the edge of the curtain that as small as the compartment was, part of her
ass had to be right at the gap next to the curtain.  Now completely naked,
she took her time hanging the second piece of her suit on the hook with the
top, turning so her side was bound to be in view through the gap.  Hearing
the curtain at the neighboring compartment slide open, she quickly turned
to face the gap she'd left, smiling at the slack-jawed man for just a
second before pulling her compartment's curtain shut.

   It took Karen a few minutes to stop shivering at the thought of her
impulsive exposure.  She had initially only intended to get a reaction from
the man to the sight of her standing so close to him in a bikini.  "What
got into me once I was back in the compartment?  I can't believe I stripped
naked for some strange man just a few feet away!" she thought, "but I DID
enjoy the look on his face." After her pulse came down to something like a
normal rate she dressed and left the compartment.  She noticed some
cover-ups near the register and thought about the old one she had packed;
it was pretty long and practically as thick as a bathrobe, and just didn't
seem like a good match for either of her new suits or her recent state of
mind, so she took advantage of the buy one, get one free deal one more
time.

   Returning to her resort a little past 3 PM, Karen laid out her new suits
and cover-ups to decide which to wear out to the pool before dinner.  She
decided the more conservative combination would be best for relaxing at
poolside; the pool area seemed a little too crowded to be comfortable
wearing the thong and more revealing of the two cover-ups.  She put on the
dark blue bikini and the more opaque of the two cover-ups, which was fairly
lightweight but had an abstract print pattern that concealed whatever was
underneath pretty well.  She had a leisurely swim, then spent the rest of
the afternoon lounging by the pool, reading a book and nursing a daiquiri.

   Thoroughly relaxed after her lazy late afternoon by the pool, Karen
headed back to her room to change for dinner but noticed a lot of people at
the outdoor seating area of the resort's restaurant dining in their
swimwear.  Several of the women were dressed in only their swimsuits; given
the relaxed dress code, she decided to skip getting changed for dinner. 
She enjoyed her meal but wondered if any of her fellow diners had caught
her act on the balcony the night before, and if so, did they recognize her
now?  She limited herself to a single glass of wine, thinking that she'd be
less likely to do anything crazy if she kept her alcohol intake down.  Even
without having much to drink, she was surprised to find herself thinking
not that something along the lines of the previous night's performance
would be out of the question, but just that it would be best saved for her
final night at the resort!

   The sun was just setting as Karen finished her meal, so instead of going
back to her room, she took a walk on the beach.  There were still a fair
number of people strolling along the water's edge as well as several having
a twilight swim; realizing she hadn't had any time in the ocean today, she
took off her cover-up and left it and her book behind on the sand to have a
short swim.  Her swim was actually more of a relaxing float, letting the
waves gradually carry her back to shore.  With the sun fully set the beach
was getting to be nearly deserted, so she picked up her things and walked
back towards the pool.  Reaching the pool area she noticed several people
lounging in a large hot tub; she thought since she was still wearing her
swimsuit, joining them would be a good way to wrap up her day.

   She almost changed her mind as she got close to the hot tub; when she
was near enough to see the group already soaking, she saw what appeared to
be three couples, all somewhere around college age, maybe just a couple of
years older.  She overcame her self consciousness, thinking that she could
always just leave if things seemed too awkward, finding a spot far enough
from the group to avoid intruding but near enough to join in the
conversation if the opportunity arose.

   She was relieved when the whole group welcomed her; one of the women led
a round of introductions and urged Karen to move closer and join them. 
Karen immediately forgot most of their names but did catch the makeup of
the group.  The woman who welcomed her and one of the men were on their
honeymoon, the other two women, one a skinny blonde and the other a curvy
redhead, were married to each other, one of the men was here with his wife,
who had turned in early, and the remaining man was here on his own; other
than the newlyweds, none of them had met until they all happened to land in
the hot tub together, so Karen was not crashing a private party.

   Karen and her new companions traded some basic information about where
they were from, what they did for a living, why they picked this spot for
their vacation.  When the talk turned towards family, everyone else
mentioned siblings and parents, while Karen mentioned having a terrible
ex-husband and a wonderful daughter.  One of the female couple asked, "so
your daughter is staying with your ex while you're on vacation?"

   "Um, no, she lives with her husband."

   As the surprised group tried to work out a range of possible ages for
Karen, the small talk turned towards everyone sharing their age.  Everyone
except Karen turned out to be about as old as she had guessed, all between
19 and 23.  When she hesitated to admit her age, the rest of the group
kidded her and turned it into a guessing game.  She enjoyed the fact that
they all guessed too low, some by as much as a dozen years, then gave them
a vague answer; "I'm actually older than any two of you combined, and my
daughter is a few years older than any of you!"

   The new bride reached into a bag at the edge of the tub and fished out a
lighter and a couple of joints, offering them to be shared, "Anyone care to
join me?" Everyone but Karen immediately said yes.

   "How about you?" asked the bride.

   "Wow, I don't know, I haven't done that since...I guess not since I was
in my teens.  Oh, why not, pass it on over!" Karen said, sliding closer to
be able to pass the joint on and be ready for one to work its way around
the circle.

   A few minutes later the group was even more relaxed, each having taken
several long tokes as the pair of joints traveled between them.  At a lull
in the conversation, the redhead said, "I hope none of you are offended,
but I've been wearing this top all freaking day and the straps are digging
into me; it needs to come off!" It was more of an announcement than a check
to see if anyone minded, as she had it nearly off before she finished her
sentence.

   "No complaints here," said the single guy, "As a matter of fact I think
if any of you other ladies are uncomfortable you should follow her lead!"

   "How kind of you to be thinking of our comfort!" said the new bride with
a smirk.  "It would be more comfortable, but I'm not single anymore, I
think I'd have to see if my husband objects." Her husband just shrugged and
smiled, which was encouragement enough for her to pull her top off and toss
it on the edge of the tub.

   "My t-shirt hasn't exactly hidden anything since it got wet, so I might
as well join the club," laughed the blonde as she pulled the shirt over her
head, "besides, I think my wife is into seeing me undressed in public, and
her getting excited is always in my best interest."

   "Oh, man...I was just kidding, I didn't think any of you would actually
take my suggestion!" the single guy said.

   Even in the dimly lit hot tub, Karen could see him blushing.  She had
forgotten his name, but remembered his age; at 19 he was the youngest
member of the group.  She imagined he probably hadn't been in this sort of
situation before.  Something about his awkwardness made her want to mess
with him; she untied the straps behind her neck and held them out in front
of her, just high enough to keep her nipples covered and asked him, "You
mean you didn't really want to see us all topless?"

   "No, I mean, yes, for sure, but I didn't expect.."

   "So should I take off my top or not?"

   "Yes!" he said, sounding more sure of himself now.

   "Hell yeah!" said the rest of the group.

   Karen turned her back towards the young man and asked, "A little help
with the knot, please?" She could feel his hands shake a little as he undid
the knot; when she felt the straps come loose she turned to face him, still
holding the top draped over her breasts before finally tossing it onto the
deck surrounding the tub.

   The man whose wife was sleeping in their room climbed out of the tub and
excused himself, telling the group he hated to leave, "but if by some
chance my wife woke up, came down, and found me in this group, she might
get the wrong idea."

   "You mean she'd be offended by this?" said the redhead as her spouse
squeezed her ample boobs; they began to make out, as did the newlyweds,
with the bride now straddling the groom!

   "Not offended, exactly, but surely pissed at me.  Thanks for a memorable
evening," he said as he reluctantly turned and walked away.

   "Wow, it's getting a little steamy in here," Karen whispered to the 19
year-old, "Too bad there's not some girl your age here for you to fool
around with."

   "Who says I need someone my age?" he asked.

   "My God, he must be really horny to think...but I guess no more than I
am," she thought to herself as she leaned on his shoulder with her right
hand, then whispered in his ear, "Dude, are you forgetting I'm old enough
to be your Mom?"

   "Trust me, you do NOT look anything like my Mom!"

   "Well, I'm glad to hear that, this would be even weirder if I did!" she
said as she leaned into him, feeling a small jolt as her right breast
pressed against his left arm.  She felt a somewhat stronger jolt a second
later as his free right hand found her left breast and gently squeezed it.
They began kissing; several minutes of intense making out later, each of
them began letting at least one hand drift lower until Karen stopped his
hand just below her navel.

   "This is fun, but I don't want you going there...sorry." she said
between kisses."

   "Whatever you say, I thought you were okay with it, considering what you
were doing," he said, more than a little confused at being stopped several
inches from the edge of her suit while her right hand had already worked
its way under the waistband of his trunks!

   "What can I say, I like to have things my own way; would you rather I
stopped what I'm doing too?" she whispered as she stretched the elastic
enough to free his hard-on and began stroking it.

   "Uhhhm, no!  he managed to reply.

   "Then just keep kissing me and relax.."

   "Just a regular night on vacation," thought Karen as she continued
stroking her partner's dick, "Hanging out half-naked in public, a nice
little buzz going and giving a cute stranger a handjob a few feet away from
four other people...no big deal!" Lost in her thoughts and more than a
little distracted by the attention her nipples were receiving, she didn't
recognize how close she was to getting her partner to come until he tensed
up and grunted.  As she felt his cock begin to soften she wished she had
been able to get a good look at it when erect; going just by what it felt
like in her hand she was pretty sure it was the thickest she had ever
handled, and probably the longest as well.  She couldn't help wondering
what it would be like to have it inside her, though clearly that wouldn't
have been possible in this setting.  She was amazed to find herself trying
to think of some way to get away with getting laid in public!

   The group all said their good-nights soon after Karen tucked her
partner's cock back into his trunks, most, she guessed, heading back to
their rooms to finish what they'd started here.  She put on her cover-up
and walked back to her room, looking forward to a session with her
vibrator. She stripped naked as soon as the door to her room closed behind
her and brought her vibe out to the balcony, but kept the lights off and
settled into a lounge chair well below the edge of the railing.  The
memories of her various bits of wildness so far on this vacation didn't
leave her toy much work to do; she felt herself approach the edge of her
orgasm and all too soon felt herself falling helplessly deep into it.

   Waking slowly in mid-morning on the final full day of her stay at the
resort, Karen promised herself a calmer day than the previous few had been.
"A bit of brunch, some quality time lounging around at the beach and a
quiet dinner before packing up to be ready for departure tomorrow." she
thought, "I've spent more than enough time expanding my comfort zone for
one vacation!" She dressed in a tank top, shorts and sandals and went down
to the courtyard dining area for brunch, catching up on her email while
waiting to be served.  Something in her inbox triggered her memory, "Sam!
His name is Sam!" she whispered to herself, remembering the name of the
young guy she'd jerked off the night before.  "At least I'll be able to
greet him properly if we bump into each other!" she thought, letting her
imagination run free for a moment about how a second meeting with him might
go.

   After brunch, Karen went back to her room and dressed for her day at the
beach.  She hadn't hung the bikini she'd worn yesterday up when she got
back to her room the night before; it was still in a soggy pile on the
bathroom floor and had who knows what on it after the goings-on at the hot
tub, so she put on her other new bikini.  She figured the odds of her ever
wearing the thong and skimpy top back at a local beach were slim and there
was just no way she'd let herself be seen in it at a pool party at some
friend's home, so despite being a little self-conscious wearing such a
minimal suit she was glad to at least get some use out of it.

   As soon as she had the thong on, it was clear the cut of the new suit
would require a fair amount of pubic hair grooming; after twice
underestimating just how much hair needed to be removed, she finally
decided to solve the problem by carefully shaving every last bit of her
pubes off.  Even though she'd be the only person to see her bald mound, it
felt just a bit daring, adding to the little thrill wearing such a racy
suit was already giving her.

   The cover-up she'd worn yesterday had gotten grubby at the edge of the
tub as well, so she put on the other new one she had bought during her
trip. It occurred to her that it would have made sense to wear this
cover-up with the less revealing suit, since this one was made of a fairly
open weave fishnet fabric; from a distance it might seem reasonably modest,
but up close it really didn't hide much.  She felt more comfortable in her
outfit once she reached the beach, seeing many women wearing more revealing
swimsuits than hers, including many going topless and a few completely
naked!

   Deciding to set up camp fairly far from her hotel's entrance to the
beach in order to avoid crossing paths with anyone who'd seen her more
flagrant behavior during the past several days, Karen hiked a couple
hundred yards down the beach before setting out her towel.  She gave
herself a good coating of sunscreen, taking particular care to cover
several areas not accustomed to the rays of the sun, then settled in for a
long afternoon of lounging.  She read a book for a while, had a dip in the
warm ocean water, then reapplied sunscreen before having a nap.  When she
woke up, she wondered what time it was, having intentionally left her phone
back in her room to avoid getting sucked into its many distractions.  She
made a guess that it must be at least 4:00 PM based on the position of the
sun.

   With the time left in her vacation growing short, and her portion of
beach sparsely populated, Karen thought this was probably as good an
opportunity as she'd ever have to give going topless a try.  Taking one
more look around to be sure no one was paying particular attention to her,
she untied the straps on her top and let it fall away.  She gave her
breasts a good coat of sunscreen and went back to lounging on her towel. 
She liked the novel feeling of the sun on her naked breasts, making a note
to find someplace where she could duplicate this feeling back at home.  She
dashed down to the water and bobbed around for a while.

   She was just about to come out of the water when a group of people
walked along her section of beach carting a bunch of gear.  The three men
and four women stopped and set down their stuff no more than 100 feet from
her spot; since they appeared to be setting up a fairly elaborate base they
clearly weren't going anywhere soon.  She'd just have to live with a few
more people seeing her topless, at least until she could get back to her
spot; "Not such a big deal, considering what I've already gotten up to on
this trip," she thought, smiling as she began wading towards the beach.

   She was relieved when none of the newcomers seemed to notice her as she
walked out of the water, but was surprised to also feel a little
disappointed.  She had planned to put her top back on as soon as she got
back to it, but since the newcomers didn't seem to be paying any attention
to her she decided to enjoy her new freedom for a while longer, reapplying
sunscreen and going back to reading her book.  A few minutes later she had
gotten involved in the story deeply enough to not notice one of the
newcomers approaching.  By the time she noticed the young man coming her
way, he was less than a dozen feet away.  Trying to act nonchalant despite
having this stranger invading her personal space while she was practically
naked, she calmly put down her book and said hello.

   He introduced himself, apologized for intruding, and asked if she'd be
willing to join in their volleyball game, explaining that they either
needed to get a volunteer to even the sides or one of their group would be
reduced to being a spectator.  Karen took in the key points of his hurried
introduction and explanation for approaching her, but was only half paying
attention as she was thinking, "Why did they send a man to talk to me...or
maybe he volunteered to be the one to come over?" She was impressed that he
was managing to make eye contact despite her breasts being uncovered; when
he was done making his request she answered, "I haven't played in years and
years, but sure, why not.  Give me a minute to get my top on and I'll be
right over."

   Once Karen joined the group, there was a quick round of introductions
before they split up into two teams.  It seemed that the group was just a
bunch of friends vacationing together, without any obvious couples; she
guessed that they were somewhere in their late twenties.  Once the teams
were decided she managed to at least get her teammates names straight. 
Donna, Madison, and Liz all looked to be in pretty good shape; Karen hoped
she could at least hold her own with this bunch.

   As the first set progressed, Karen got in touch with her teenage self;
she'd been a starter on her high school's varsity volleyball team during
her Sophomore and Junior years, but getting pregnant in the summer before
her Senior year put an end to her athletic career.  After a slow start, she
was serving at least as well as any of her teammates and, was making some
great saves, not hesitating to dive in the sand for a dig a few times.  She
helped win the first set with a great block of an attempted spike by one of
the guys on the other team.  She was really enjoying the competition, going
all out and diving all over the sandy court.  The group played three full
21 point sets, then took a break.

   Once she sat for a minute, Karen began to feel the effects of her
strenuous play; she was also getting a bit irritated by the sand clinging
to her sweaty, sunscreen coated body.  A cold beer from her new friends'
cooler helped ease her aches and itching.  With the sun closing in on the
horizon, the group all agreed one more set was about all they could fit in.
The final set took a while to be finished, as neither team could get two
points ahead at the end until Karen hit the ball out, giving the other team
the win.

   "Sorry to let you down," Karen told her teammates.

   "Are you kidding?  You've been great!" Donna said.  Madison and Liz
agreed, praising her game.

   "You look like you've got half the beach stuck on you, you're probably
going to want to rinse off before going back to your room," laughed Liz.

   "Yeah, I hadn't noticed how coarse this beach's sand is until I started
throwing myself on it.  It's worked its way into places I'd rather not ever
have sand reach, so I think I'll have that swim," Karen said, adding,
"Thanks for letting me join in your game!" as she headed for the water. 
The rest of the volleyball crew was already packing up their gear in the
fading light as she began wading into the water.

   Karen felt most of the sand covering her being rinsed away by the waves,
but knew the sand which had worked its way inside her bikini wasn't going
to be washed away so easily.  Since the sand in her suit was responsible
for most of the irritation she was feeling she waded out far enough to have
water up to her waist, then slipped out of her thong and shook the sand
still clinging to it off.  Since she'd spent a fair amount of time topless
already in this visit to the beach and it was already getting dark, she
didn't hesitate to take off her top; she held it in the water to let the
waves rinse the sand out.  With both parts of her suit pretty much free of
sand she was about to put them on and wade back to shore, but paused for a
moment, enjoying the feeling of the warm water enveloping her without
anything restricting her.

   The warm salt water, darkening sky, now with stars coming out, and sound
of the waves gently breaking on the beach, all felt too perfect to leave so
soon.  She hung both pieces of her suit over her head like a necklace and
lay back to float and gaze at the stars.  As the sky grew darker she was
amazed at how many stars were visible, so many more than ever could be seen
back at home.  She floated for almost half an hour, checking every few
minutes to be sure she wasn't drifting too far from the beach.

   While she wasn't getting farther away from the beach, the waves were
taking her away from her starting point towards a somewhat deeper area,
with some higher waves.  Karen decided to stop floating and wade in to
shore, but when she tried to stand up in what she thought was waist-high
water she slipped completely underwater, quickly sinking several feet below
the surface without ever touching the bottom!  She wasn't a strong swimmer,
so she was alarmed to find herself unexpectedly in deep water; she kicked
herself back to the surface and began swimming hard towards the shore.  She
didn't try wading again until she was absolutely sure she was in shallow
water, laughing as she found herself in water less than two feet deep.  She
stood up and only needed a few steps to be on dry ground.

   Relieved to be back on solid ground, she chided herself as she began
hiking back to where she'd left her tote bag and towel, "Not too smart,
Karen, swimming alone, in an unfamiliar setting, in the dark; but no harm
done in the end, and that floating under the stars was wonderful until it
got scary."

   Though she couldn't see or hear anyone else on her stretch of beach she
wondered if it was time to give up being naked; she was enjoying the
feeling of warm breezes all over her body, and even if someone was around
they probably wouldn't be able to see her clearly by starlight.  "But what
if they had a flashlight..." she thought, enjoying a small shiver as she
imagined suddenly being caught.  As intriguing as the possibility was, she
decided it was time to put her suit back on; she reached for the two small
pieces of fabric draped around her neck...which she was now surprised to
find were no longer where she had left them, presumably now drifting a few
dozen yards away from the beach, having most likely floated away when she
sank below the surface.  Her only clothing, gone.

   The realization that the little bit of clothing she had been wearing
most of the day was irretrievably lost shook Karen up.  Showing some skin,
even a lot of skin, was one thing if it was a choice, but felt like a very
different thing now that her nudity was no longer optional.  As much as she
had been enjoying her uncharacteristic flaunting of her body during this
trip, having no choice about being naked was pretty terrifying.  She
quickened her pace, then broke into a jog, wanting nothing in the world
more than to retrieve the cover-up from her tote bag and put it on.

   Karen slowed to a walk when she realized she was back to the general
area where she'd left her towel and tote bag.  She paced all around the
area but saw nothing except sand; she was beginning to really worry, but
remembered seeing the bag from where she had waded into the ocean after
playing volleyball.  She hadn't seen many people on the beach as it had
been getting dark, and didn't think anyone would have bothered stealing her
well-worn tote bag, paperback, tube of sunscreen and a cheap cover-up.  She
began a more organized search, walking back and forth in a kind of gridded
search pattern centered on her best guess about where she'd set out her
towel and extending a long distance out from the center.  After at least a
half-hour of systematic searching, she reluctantly gave up, certain that if
her things had still been where she'd left them she'd surely have found
them by now.

   Karen sat down and tried to guess how and why her possessions had
disappeared; pondering the mystery didn't seem likely to solve her
problems, but it distracted her from thinking about how she was going to
get back to her room in her current state.  Eventually, she couldn't keep
her mind off a vision of herself walking naked through the hotel grounds
and building to get to her room, "My room for which I no longer have a card
key to unlock the door!" she whispered to herself, remembering how she'd
been using the slim piece of plastic as a bookmark a few hours ago.

   The realization that she couldn't get into her room even if she could
somehow bear getting there reminded her about the newlyweds she'd met in
the hot tub the previous night describing something like her own
experience, minus the nudity; her mildly buzzed state when she had heard
the story had probably kept her from recalling it up to now.  They had left
a bag on the beach, but since they had two keys hadn't had a problem
getting back into their room.  A hotel staffer had brought the missing bag
to their room before they'd even missed it, explaining that they made a
sweep of the beach every day just before sunset.

   "That has to be what happened to my stuff!" Karen thought, briefly
elated to think she'd be able to get her things back.  Her excitement was
short-lived, as she quickly realized that she was not much better off;
instead of walking naked all the way to the front desk to get a new card
key, she'd have to walk to the same place in the same state to retrieve her
original card key, along with the rest of her stuff.  About the only
advantage she could see to the new scenario was the possibility of being
able to put on her cover-up for the last leg of the trip back to her room.
Considering the various obstacles scattered along her route to the front
desk from her current position on the beach, not getting into some sort of
clothing until that point seemed like it would be too little, too late.

   Despite already having done some, at least by her standards, pretty
damned outrageous things during this trip, Karen felt more nervous now than
she could ever remember being.  During every one of her previous episodes
exposing herself one way or another over the last few days, there had
always been an option of backing off and ending her exposure if it felt too
intense.  This time was different; she had nowhere to retreat to, no option
to put clothing on, and once she began, no control over who might see her.

   After trying hard to think of some other way, pretty much any other way,
to get back to her room, Karen stood and slowly started up the path
connecting the hotel grounds to the beach.  As she came around the last
turn she could see the pool and hot tub just past the end of the path; her
legs felt like rubber as she stepped off the path and began her trip around
the pool.  She saw a few college-age guys hanging out in the pool a few
seconds before they spotted her, erupting in goosebumps as she heard their
reactions to her sudden appearance.

   "Holy shit, look!"

   "Wow, that's hot!"

   "C'mon in babe!"

   "Un-freaking real!"

   Karen didn't say anything, but managed to give her admirers in the pool
a quick wave and even smiled as she looked their way.  As nervous as she
was, she was just glad they didn't say anything too rude, or worse yet, get
out of the pool to approach her.  She was also relieved that none of the
half dozen young men came out of the pool for another reason; for at least
this part of her trek it looked like nobody had been ready to capture
pictures of her nudity, "Or maybe even a video..." she thought, quivering a
bit at the idea that it was possible videos immortalizing her naked journey
would be online before she even made it to her room.

   Having managed to get past the pool area, Karen ducked over to a stair
connecting all four levels of the hotel.  She was pretty pleased to have
come up with this part of her plan; though the front desk she needed to
reach was on the same level as the pool, by using the stair she could go up
one floor, bypass the busy restaurant and bar currently between her
position and the front desk, and come back down with only the lobby near
the front desk to be navigated.  As late as it was, she thought the lobby
was certain to have fewer people to witness her nudity than the restaurant
and bar; with a little luck, she might get through this ordeal having only
being seen by the guys in the pool and one or two hotel employees at the
front desk!  Having already made it through the pool area, the rest of her
route seemed almost too safe; she was surprised to find herself wishing it
had been just a little more of a challenge.

   When she reached the door to the stair Karen grabbed the handle and
instantly realized she had a much bigger challenge than she thought.  The
door was locked, its handle working only from the inside.  Or, of course,
operable from where she stood if you had a card key.

   She was hopelessly stuck between the restaurant and the pool, needing to
choose, pretty quickly, which of her two bad options she should take.  She
could retreat back to the darkness of the beach and try to think of some
other way to make it to the front desk, but since she'd already spent a
considerable chunk of time trying and failing to do this, about the only
thing this option had going for it was the enjoyment it would bring to the
guys in the pool.  She didn't exactly mind giving them an encore, they'd
already seen everything, but this option wouldn't get her any closer to her
goal.

   The other option could eventually get her back to her room, but she
cringed at the thought of what she'd need to do to get there.  "I can't
believe I'm even considering it, but I don't see any other way," she
thought, trying to psych herself up enough to go through with it.  She
thought about each part of her new route and decided it was all bad, really
bad, but she didn't see any other option.  Her heart was already pounding
as she began to move towards her next challenge.

   Karen left the locked stair door behind and moved towards her next
destination; she walked along the low wall enclosing the courtyard seating
area of the restaurant, her head above the top edge but the rest of her
hidden by the brick wall for the time being.  She scanned the area to see
how many people were still at the tables.  The good news was that there
were fewer diners than she feared, somewhere between sixteen and twenty as
near as she could see, plus a few waiters and a busboy.  The bad news was
their location.  Possibly to make serving these late-arriving customers as
efficient as possible, they had all been seated near the wide center aisle
running between the doors to the indoor portion of the restaurant and the
opening in the wall leading out to the pool area.  The gap in the wall was
where Karen was headed and the doors to the restaurant were her next
destination, so her route would force her to pass within a few feet of all
the remaining diners!

   Just before reaching the entrance to the dining area Karen froze as she
noticed a man at one of the tables look her way, then look away briefly
before turning to face her again!  She had hoped to be able to make it at
least part of the way towards the tables before being noticed, especially
with her route bringing her so close to her audience, but now she knew she
would be watched during her entire time in the area.  Quivering at the edge
of the opening in the wall, she returned the man's gaze and told herself
that she had no other option but to carry out her plan.

   For the few seconds it took Karen to walk up the four steps at the gap
in the wall to the level of the diners, the man who had first noticed her
seemed to still be the only diner to notice her.  Despite trembling as she
began what felt like the longest sixty-foot walk of her life, she couldn't
help but smile when she saw the effect she was having on her one-man
audience; his mouth dropped open and he actually dribbled some food out
onto his plate, distracting the woman sharing his table from noticing Karen
herself for a moment.  "Are you alright?" the woman asked.  Still unable to
talk, the man simply pointed at Karen, who was now around a third of the
way to the doors, trying and mostly failing to cover herself with her
hands.

   The small commotion caused by the first person to notice the smiling
naked woman walking towards them made all the other diners look up from
their food and their companions.  Barely halfway to the restaurant doors,
Karen couldn't help pausing for a second as she saw the every head turn
towards her.  Every instinct was telling her to turn and run away; she was
totally nude, people were staring at her and she was actually approaching
them, none of which made any sense to her at all.

   She remembered what she needed to do and began moving again, striding by
the shocked people at either side of the aisle at a brisk walking pace. 
The sound of her pulse thumping in her ears kept her from hearing clearly
most of the comments coming from the diners, but she could make out the
sounds of a few people clapping and at least one loud whistle, so she
guessed at least some of her audience was enjoying her show.  She gave up
trying to cover up with her hands in favor of giving her viewers a wave as
she passed by.  When she approached the restaurant doors one of the waiters
actually held the door open for her; she wished she had something to tip
him with, but the smile on his face made it clear she had already given him
some enjoyment!  The appreciative reactions eased her anxiety somewhat,
with some of her nervousness morphing into excitement; while she never
would have done what she was doing now voluntarily, she couldn't help being
a little bit proud that she'd had the nerve to get this far!

   Stepping into the indoor dining room, Karen was relieved to see even
fewer people finishing up their dinner there than had already seen her
outside.  She hadn't been able to see what kind of a crowd she was about to
appear in front of from outside, so she was relieved to have so small an
audience.  Given the beautiful weather, she was surprised anyone would
choose the indoor space over the courtyard restaurant, but the small group
indoors meant fewer people left for her to flash on her way to the front
desk, a small mercy.  She couldn't help laughing as she thought to herself,
"This is what I've turned into, I'm now content to be naked in public as
long as my audience isn't too big!"

   She didn't hear any comments, but took the crash of a tray full of
dishes hitting the floor as a sign her entrance had not gone unnoticed. 
Knowing she had made an impression, she chose to take the clatter as a
weird sort of compliment.

   Distracted by her attempt to count heads and take in the reactions of
her new audience, Karen didn't notice the head waiter rushing over to
confront her until she literally bumped into him.  He had stepped into her
path and held up his hands motioning for her to stop, but she didn't see
him in time to stop before briefly pressing her breasts into his upturned
palms.

   "Sorry!" she said, giggling as he backed away.

   "I'm sorry, Miss, but I must ask you to leave, you simply can not be
served in your current state."

   "I understand, what's the line, No shoes, no shirt, no service?"

   "Among other things," he replied, unable to keep himself from glancing
down at her hairless pussy.

   "No problem, I'm not looking for a meal, I'm just trying to get to the
front desk so I can get back to my room," Karen replied, thinking how
surreal her evening had become as she stood stark naked in a fancy
restaurant, having a conversation with this nervous little man, "and why is
HE the nervous one when I'm the one without any clothes on?"

   "Very well, go on then," he said, stepping out of her way.

   Karen resumed walking towards the lobby, hoping to be able to get
through the bar, her final obstacle, with no more trouble than this room
had given her.  There was no door separating the restaurant from the bar,
so by the time she was within twenty feet of the transition between the two
spaces she could see that the bar might be more difficult to pass through
than any of the spaces she'd walked through already.  She stopped around a
dozen feet from the entrance, taking a moment to consider her situation.

   The bar was darker, "Probably a good thing," she thought.

   It was also smaller, no more than thirty feet square including the bar
itself, "Also good,"

   Much louder, with speakers blasting music, "Not sure if that makes any
difference."

   But it was more crowded, way more.  There were at least a dozen clusters
of people, with barely any space between groups and what space there was
taken up by a few tables, "How in hell am I supposed to make it through all
that?" she moaned, "Not without a lot of contact, I'm sure!" she said,
quivering as she thought how little control of her fate she would have once
she entered the bar.  She reminded herself that she really didn't have much
of a choice; the waiter she'd spoken with was still close behind her,
clearly making sure she was going to stop being his problem.

   "Okay, then, let's get this over with!" Karen said to herself as she
took a wobbly step forward.  Her pulse rising again as she passed from the
sedate restaurant to the buzzing bar, she was relieved that people's
reactions were surprisingly subdued; she definitely drew a lot of stares as
she entered the room - in a handful of minutes it seemed like everyone in
the place had noticed her.  She saw several people pointing at her and
shouting to each other over the music, but nobody actually confronted her.
She wished she could hear what was being said about her, but the volume of
the music made that impossible.  She made it almost halfway through the bar
just by shouting, "Excuse me!" at a couple of people blocking her path
before she finally encountered a blockage that resisted her requests.

   Karen was about to give up and try another route when a gap opened,
allowing her to proceed; her progress came to a halt almost immediately, as
she found herself surrounded by a cluster of young men, who were glad
enough to let her into their circle but showed no sign of making way for
her to continue past them.  They crowded in close around her and leaned in
to ask questions.

   "Why are you naked?"

   "Are you here with anyone?"

   "Is this some kind of dare?"

   She answered each of the questions, which were mixed in with some
compliments on her bravery, her apparent calm, and eventually, inevitably,
compliments on her body.  As the conversation went on, Karen began to
notice hands touching her.  At first, just a light touch on her upper arm,
then on her shoulder when one of them leaned in to speak, then a hand at
the small of her back as she leaned over to say something, followed by an
arm around her waist.  As wired as she was by this point, she was tempted
to see how much the horny group surrounding her would try to get away with.
"Surely nothing more than a little groping," she thought as she felt the
first gentle squeezes of her ass, "wow, that feels like two different
people doing that!"

   When one of the men surrounding her ratcheted up the level of groping by
reaching around from behind her and grabbing her breasts, she broke through
the fog of pleasure which had begun to sweep her away, brushing away the
offending hands kneading her butt and boobs, shouting loudly enough to be
heard over the music, "EXCUSE ME, PLEASE LET ME GO!" With all eyes on the
group surrounding her, they spread out and let her pass through their
blockade.

   She got another six feet closer to being clear of the bar area before
another barrier formed around her; she was about to scream another demand
to be allowed to pass when she recognized most of the new group as
acquaintances from her hot tub visit the night before!

   The newlyweds, the lesbian couple, Sam and another guy she hadn't met
last night all gathered around her; where the previous group had closed
around her as predators, this group moved close to provide shelter.  She
gave each of them a hug, lingering a while when she got to Sam, and laughed
as they asked most of the same questions as the group of predators had just
a few minutes ago.  She explained how she'd come to be stranded in the nude
and how she'd made it this far.  Upon hearing she wasn't naked by her own
choice, Sam offered her the loan of his shirt until she could be reunited
with some clothing of her own.

   By this point, she almost had stopped caring that she was naked but
thought it would be nice to see Sam half-dressed again, so she accepted his
offer, putting on, but only fastening the two lowest buttons of his light
linen shirt.  The shirttails in front were just long enough to cover her
pussy, except when she raised her arm to describe some part of her
adventure, which she seemed to need to do fairly often.  The back of the
shirt was almost long enough to cover her ass, but even at rest left a
little bit of her cheeks visible.  The newlyweds bought a round of tequila
shots, giving her an excuse to raise her shot high overhead while making a
toast.  The lesbian couple provided the group with another round, to
everyone's enjoyment.

   The group began to fade after a few rounds of shots and began to say
their goodnights.  Without either one even mentioning it, Sam accompanied
Karen to the front desk, where sure enough, her tote bag was waiting for
her with everything she'd left in it still in place.

   Standing close together as the elevator clanked its way to her floor,
Karen asked Sam, "Do you want your shirt back now, or can you wait until we
get to my room?"

   "I can wait."

   "Good answer," she said as they began making out before the elevator
doors opened.

   The next morning Karen slept soundly through her alarm, the three hours
of sleep she'd had by then proving not nearly enough after her
action-packed day, let alone her busy night.  She missed breakfast
entirely, dashing frantically around her room and stuffing her belongings
into her suitcase in whatever order she found them.  The only things she
didn't pack were her purse, a skirt which she put on just before leaving
her room, and the shirt she woke up in.

   She paused briefly to spend one last moment on the balcony, the setting
for so many of this vacation's memorable events.  She turned off the string
of lights hung above the table, left on overnight, smiling as she thought
about the behavior they had illuminated, up to and definitely including
last night.

   She took a photo or two of the balcony, but couldn't linger with her new
memories; all the haste she could make barely got her to the airport in
time to catch her flight home.  Just before the flight attendant made the
usual announcement about setting devices to Airplane mode she managed to
send her daughter a brief text, "Best.  Vacation.  Ever." along with a
photo of her on the plane wearing her new linen shirt.