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 ï>¿Madison At The Topless Beach by CastorbeanBen

   Wife's coworkers help cross an item off her bucket list.

   I have previously written about my wife, Madison, and her love of all
things fun.  Practical jokes, game nights, dancing, athletics, and the most
recent addition: teasing her tight-knit group of friends from work.  You
don't need to read the other stories to enjoy this one, just know that so
far, it has all been in good fun, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't find
a good bit of humor and arousal in her blossoming exhibitionism.

   Maddie is the opposite of shy.  She's kind, adventurous, affectionate,
and adorable, and even in her late 20s, she refuses to let her playful
energy subside.  She is a tiny thing, 5'1" or so, but has a great, toned
body to match her youthful exuberance.  Perfect handful 32B chest, the
obligatory great ass, wavy blonde hair cropped just above her shoulders, an
adorable lightly freckled face with big, innocent, welcoming eyes, and a
smile that never leaves.

   *****

   Part 1:

   The summer was drawing to a close, but it was still hot as could be. 
Maddie's office team had been the skeleton crew at work while the
higher-ups and other staff took their summer vacations.  No one on her team
had kids, so they ended up manning the castle while everyone else at work
made their Disneyland trips.

   Now that school was back in session, and all the parents were back into
the swing of things at the office, Maddie's team had all decided that it
was a good idea to reward themselves by cashing in some of their sky-high
piles of vacation time to go on a group trip to Florida.  I won't say
where, but the water was clear, and the drinks were cheaper than in Fort
Lauderdale.  If you know, you know.

   Maddie and I were the only married couple going.  Joining us was her
team-lead Larry (AKA "boss") and her co-workers Tom, Phil, and Cal.  A few
of her other work friends wanted to come along, especially her friends Lena
and Peter, but the schedules didn't align.  Their frustration was not
helped by Phil assuring them they would "send pics" in their team group
chat.

   If you haven't read other Madison stories, wild photos had become a sort
of inside joke with their group.  Maddie and the guys had previously gotten
a good laugh out of some racier-than-intended pictures from a pool party
earlier in the summer that had made their way into the work friends text
thread, so Phil's promise to keep them posted was really salt in the wound
for anyone who couldn't make it on this trip.

   After an uneventful flight, we landed in Florida.  Her boss, Larry, had
rented a short people-mover van that could haul all of us to where we were
staying, but he wasn't the most confident city driver, so I decided to take
the wheel for the short trek out to the beach resort where we had rented a
few rooms while Larry sat by me up front to navigate.  The van had around
12 seats, which Larry thought was a good idea since we didn't know who
could make it at the time of the reservation, so there was plenty of room
to spread out.

   Despite this, the guys naturally fought over who would sit by Madison.
Phil won out, slipping into the seat next to Maddie in the second row.

   Everyone settled in, and we took off.  It was early enough in the
evening that the sun had not set, and checking the rearview mirror, I could
see that Phil had wasted no time putting his arm around Madison as they
both excitedly chatted about the passing palm trees and stucco houses that
seem so exotic to us Midwesterners.

   Madison was a very touchy person, so she didn't seem to mind her
coworker's arm draped over her shoulder at all.  She was dressed
comfortably for travel, wearing a tank top and workout shorts.  I continued
to take glances in the mirror and noticed that between his gestures out the
window, Phil kept placing his free hand on Maddie's exposed leg, right
around mid-thigh.

   They were all very close friends, and she didn't seem to react at all,
so I guessed it wasn't a big deal, and being married to Madison for seven
years, I had grown used to her tendency to break the touch barrier at every
opportunity, it was only natural her friends did the same.  Madison was
just clingy.  She sometimes had trouble distinguishing between playful and
sexual, which got her into trouble frequently, but she did have boundaries
that the group respected.

   Still, I made a mental note to keep my eyes on the boys.  Madison tended
to get carried away in the fun of the moment, and while I certainly didn't
mind the occasional teasing flash of skin or playful pinch, I didn't want
them playing grab-ass for the whole trip.

   Furthermore, it was just the guys on this trip.  Usually, Madison's best
friend and closest coworker, Lena, would be around to divert at least some
of the guys' attention.  Lena was very attractive, and in her absence,
Maddie would no doubt be compensating for the teasing that was usually
divided between two pretty girls.  I was slightly disappointed that I
wouldn't see Lena on the beach, as getting to ogle her was usually "part of
the deal" whenever their group pulled lusty shenanigans.  Madison always
got carried away, but Lena was usually only one step behind.

   We arrived at our hotel right around sunset.  We were about half a mile
from the beach, but it still looked like a fantastic view.  I parked the
van, and everyone was unbuckling and hopping out to make their way to the
back to grab their bags.  I had just stepped out when I heard Madison and
Phil laughing from the van.  I peeked back inside, and it looked like Phil
was trying to help her unbuckle.  After a few seconds of laughing and
wriggling, she playfully smacked him in the arm.

   "Stop!  You're a jerk, Phil!" she shouted with no real anger.

   "Hey, museum rules, Phil: look, don't touch," I shouted into the van
with mock severity.

   Phil quickly raised both hands above his head, and Madison took the
opportunity to undo her own buckle and climb over his lap to exit the van,
shaking her head and smiling.

   Phil was grinning ear to ear and finally unbuckled himself and made his
way out of the van behind Maddie.  We all grabbed our bags and headed for
the reception desk.

   "What was all that laughing about?" I asked Maddie while we were walking
a bit behind the guys.

   "Ugh, nothing," she replied with a giggle.  "My buckle was stuck, so I
asked Phil to help me.  He agreed but then grabbed my hip instead and
started tickling me."

   Maddie was pretty ticklish; even the mention of tickling sent her into a
tangle of arms and legs.  Anyone who is ticklish knows that once the word
gets out, they are 10x as likely to be tickled.  Still, this was an early
indication that the guys were raring to go with their usual tomfoolery.  I
made another mental note to buy some aspirin for the inevitable headache
they would give me.

   We checked in at the hotel desk and split off into our rooms to unload
our stuff before hitting the beach for a sunset walk.  Madison and I had
our own room, and the other guys had two rooms right next to ours with two
beds each.  The rooms were adjoining-style, so we could easily open the
doors between the rooms to all hang out in the evenings.

   Madison and I decided not to put on our swimsuits because it was already
getting pretty late, so we just kept our travel clothes on and headed back
out to the hall to meet the guys.  I perceived some unspoken disappointment
as Madison strode up fully clothed rather than in a bikini.  The guys were
all still dressed as well, though a couple of them had swapped shorts and
shoes for swimming trunks and sandals.

   We made the half-mile hike out to the beach, which took way longer than
I expected, a solid 20 minutes through town in the 90+ degree evening heat.
Madison had stripped off her tank top in favor of wearing just her sports
bra, and Phil and Tom had both gone shirtless as well.

   By the time we arrived, the sun was down, and the beach was mostly
empty. Fortunately, there was a bar just off the sand, so we all stopped in
for some food and drinks.  Larry bought the first round of drinks, starting
the peer pressure chain for Tom, Phil, Cal, and me to do the same.

   Five or six drinks in, we were all in varying stages of tipsy, with me
the least drunk and Madison bordering on slap-happy.  We had cut her off
after four margaritas, but even that is a lot for a girl her size.  We
settled the tabs and clumsily made our way back across town toward the
hotel.

   *****

   We stopped for a case of beer at a shop on the way, then headed up to
the hotel rooms, Madison drunkenly hopping from person to person to lean on
for support as we went along, talking about work, beach plans for tomorrow,
and repeatedly asking if anyone had seen her lost tank top that was likely
left behind at the bar.  It was only around 10:00 PM, so we decided to open
our adjoining rooms and hang out for a bit before turning in.

   The guys and I cracked open some beers and put all 3 of our room TVs on
the same channel, which we all found hilarious in our drunken states. 
Everyone was hanging out in our room which was on one end of the row, with
Phil and Tom in the middle room and Larry and Cal in the far end room.

   Madison announced that she was going to take a shower since she was
sweaty from the hot walk and began rummaging through her bags, tossing
clothes, swimsuits, and toiletries around haphazardly.

   I was talking to Larry and Cal about whatever sports drama was going on
at the time when we heard a hoot and holler from Tom and Phil.  I turned
around to see Madison fumbling out of her shorts right out in the open, now
wearing only her sports bra and some matching cheeky underwear.

   "Yeah, Maddie," Tom exclaimed, "Take it off!  Now it's a party!" He
accentuated the jest by stripping off his own shirt again in a drunk
approximation of a Magic Mike scene.

   "You wish!" Maddie laughed back, balling up her shorts and throwing them
playfully at Tom.  "You've seen me in a swimsuit before.  How is this any
different?  Save it for tomorrow, it's not like you won't see this and more
at the beach!"

   She accentuated her playful musing with a short, sexy dance, swaying her
body and running her hands down her chest, stomach, and hips, then turned
with a flourish to hit the shower, her underwear showing off a bit of cheek
as she walked away.

   All eyes were on Maddie as she stumbled gingerly to the bathroom and
turned on the water, halfway closing the door but not latching it.

   I didn't think much about the drunken little show.  Madison wasn't shy,
and they had all seen more than this between company happy hour wardrobe
malfunctions and pool parties earlier in the summer.  I was almost
surprised that I didn't have to stop her from stripping down for her shower
right there in front of her coworkers, to be honest.  A couple of drinks
and clothes often cease to matter to her.

   "Hey Hugh, should one of us go hang out in there to make sure she
doesn't slip?" Tom asked me, with a slight drunken sparkle in his eye.

   "Great idea!  You want me to break your arm, Tom?" I spat back with a
hefty chuckle.

   Tom seemed to be weighing his options, so I accentuated my statement
with a heavy thump to his shoulder.  The guys all laughed, and we went back
to watching whatever MTV crap was on the television and talking about the
upcoming kickoff of the football season.

   After 20 minutes or so, Madison came out of the bathroom, wrapped
loosely in a white hotel towel.

   "There she is!" Cal called to her.  "We were about to send Tom in to
check on you!"

   "That might have been nice," Maddie said earnestly.  "I was so dizzy
that I had to sit down in the shower, and I wasn't sure if I would be able
to climb back out."

   We heard her words, but everyone's attention was caught on the lazy roll
knot tied at the top of her towel that was steadily loosening as she swayed
in a drowsy, tipsy motion, her arms above her head as she dried her blonde
hair with another towel.

   "Looks like someone is ready to turn in," I said as I moved to steady
her before she lost her towel or fell over.  "Larry, is it alright if we
lay her down in your room at the far end for a bit?"

   "Sure thing," Larry replied with fatherly sincerity.  "Maddie, make sure
to drink some water, hon.  We have a long day in the sun tomorrow."

   I could sense the disappointment across the room as we started to make
our way to the adjoining suite door to lay Maddie down in the other room
for a bit.

   "Aww, thanks for thinking of me, Larry!" Madison chirped, hopping off my
arm and stepping in to give Larry a quick goodnight hug.  As she bounced
over, the motion finally caused the towel to give way.

   Madison regarded the towel dropping with as much surprise as she could
muster in her inebriated state.  She quickly decided to speed into the hug
to steady herself and cover her front, letting out a short, panicked
shriek. She threw her body tightly against Larry, who just stood there like
a telephone pole.

   Her well-sculpted ass was exposed to the whole room, which instantly lit
up in whistles and laughter, even from Madison and me.  Everyone except
Phil, who had rushed into the bathroom to relieve himself just a second
earlier, got their first unobstructed view of her toned body, totally naked
from behind.  Madison stood there laughing, her nude body still held tight
to Larry in a desperate attempt to hide her frontal nudity, but she made no
effort to cover her ass.

   After a couple of seconds of laughter, I gathered up her towel, and we
wrapped it back around her, trying our best not to expose her tits to her
boss in the process.  Judging by how frazzled he looked, I am unsure how
good of a job we did.

   She held the towel firmly this time, and with a blushing face and a
great evening sign-off out of the way, we headed for Larry's room at the
end of the hall.  I asked if she wanted me to grab her PJs, but she said
she didn't bring any since we had our own room, and she usually sleeps
naked anyway.

   "Well, that was a bit more than I had planned for today," Madison said
with a tipsy smile.  "How much could they see?  I guess everyone finally
saw me naked?" Her cheeks were rosy from alcohol and a bit of
embarrassment.

   "I don't think anyone saw the front, but we all got a pretty good look
at your ass for a few seconds, minus Phil, who was in the bathroom," I
said. "Everyone thought it was pretty funny, I don't think they mind too
much.  When you hugged Larry, he looked like a deer in the headlights.  He
probably would have enjoyed it if he hadn't been so surprised."

   "Oh my god, Hugh!  Haha!  Did anyone take a picture?" Madison asked me,
much to my surprise.

   I hadn't even thought about that.  I don't think anyone had their phones
out, and the whole thing was over in a few seconds, so I was reasonably
sure no one caught it on camera.

   "No, I don't think so.  Why do you ask?" I mused.

   "It just would have been so funny to put that in the group chat. 
Everyone else from work would have been so mad that they didn't come!  I
don't know why, it just seems funny to me, it would have made the first
night look fun," she said with a sleepy smile.

   I chuckled back and kissed her forehead.  With that, I tucked her into
Larry's bed, and she passed out almost instantly.

   I returned to our hotel room at the other end of the row to hang out a
bit longer.  The guys were absolutely roasting Phil for missing the
spectacle.  He was kicking himself as well.

   "Damn it.  Fuck.  I can't believe that happened.  Did anyone get a
photo?" he asked in desperation.

   "Ha!  That's funny.  She was just asking me the same thing," I said to
the guys.  "She thought it would be funny to tease the others in your group
chat since they couldn't make it and show them what a fun night they
missed."

   Phil cracked open another beer and sat on one of the beds to pout while
watching TV.  We hung out for a while longer, maybe until midnight or so
when people started getting tired.  Larry and Cal went to change while Tom,
Phil, and I were finishing the last of our beers.  Larry and Cal were gone
for maybe 5 minutes when Cal popped back into the room.

   "Hey Hugh, want some help moving Madison back, or do you want her to
crash over here for tonight?  Larry and I could look after her, or we can
switch rooms if you want," Cal said.

   "Nah, thanks, but we already unpacked," I gestured to Madison's mess of
a bag, her possessions strewn everywhere.  "Let's carry her back here."

   I handed Phil my beer and went to the other room where she was sleeping.
Walking into the room, I saw Madison sound asleep on her stomach, cuddling
a pillow, drooling profusely.  I also noticed she had kicked off the
covers, and her ass was once again fully exposed with Cal and Larry in the
room.

   "I turned the AC down, but she keeps kicking the covers off," Larry said
quickly, as if he might be in trouble.  I gave him a nonchalant shrug to
let him know it was fine.

   Just then, Tom walked into the room and almost dropped his beer.

   "Fuck, sorry, I was just going to see if you needed a hand carrying
her," Tom said, his eyes wide, wholly fixed on Madison's ass.

   "She's barely a hundred pounds, I think I'll be okay," I said with a
chuckle as I grabbed the blanket off the floor to cover her.

   "Oh!" Tom exclaimed.  "Wait a sec, didn't she want a picture like this
to show how much fun people had partying?  To document the night?"

   This gave me pause.  She had said she wished she had a photo of the
towel drop, and it's not like there weren't arguably worse photos of her
out there already.  Maybe I was drunker than I thought, but I was
entertaining the idea.  It was only her butt, after all.  All the important
bits were mattress-down, and she did really want a picture.

   "She did say that," I confessed with an ounce of hesitation.  "It is
pretty funny too.  Maybe we can take one, but let's wait until morning
before sending it anywhere so you can ask her permission.  And you have to
promise to delete it if she says to."

   Everyone agreed, and Tom dug out his phone to take the picture.  Before
he was able to, Cal chimed in.

   "Oh wait, would it be better if a couple of us were in the photo so it
was obvious we took the pic on this trip?" Cal asked.

   I guess that made sense, and the other guys agreed.  After thinking
about a pose, they settled on having Tom and Cal standing to the side of
the bed behind her, clinking beers together and smiling at the camera while
Madison laid out naked on her stomach, mostly just her butt and some
sideboob visible in the photo.  Larry took the picture on Tom's phone, and
it did turn out pretty funny.

   Maddie was lying on her stomach, so you couldn't see her tits, and her
legs were only slightly parted; I don't think far enough that anyone could
see her pussy from behind.  It was definitely a good view of her slender
body from the side, though.  The whole length of her legs, her ass, and her
face were showing (though partially buried in a pillow).  I realized that
while mostly only the side of her ass showed in the photo, the guys
probably got a much better look at it from where they were standing right
over her.  Their faces corroborated this theory, smiling wide while they
silently cheered over her exposed body.

   Since they had the pic, the guys were now all just standing around
making awkward small talk while taking side glances to admire Madison's
body as her back slowly rose and fell with her gentle breathing.  Sensing
the moment had passed, I finally put a sheet over her, gently rolled her
onto her back, and picked her up to carry her back to our room.  The thin
sheet outlined her body in great detail, and you could make out the
protrusion of her nipples.  I walked quickly.

   I got Maddie to bed, and the guys settled into their rooms, so we closed
the adjoining doors for the night.  I should have offered to switch pillows
with Larry since Madison had drooled all over his, but he could probably
flip it over.  Hopefully he didn't dwell on the fact that he was sleeping
where my naked wife had been laid out just minutes before, but I doubted he
would lose any sleep over it, regardless.

   As I drifted to sleep, I wondered how long the blankets had been kicked
off while Larry and Cal were there.  They had been gone for at least 5
minutes.  Was she on her stomach the whole time?  She tends to toss and
turn quite a bit, hopefully she didn't give them too much of a show.  They
would have seen every inch of her if she had rolled onto her back at any
point.

   They were both good guys who loved Madison to death, so I wasn't
worried, and I figured at worst, they probably had a good long look at her
backside while I wasn't in there.  They had technically seen her ass
before, even earlier that very evening, so it wasn't a huge deal.  There
are much worse scenarios with naked wives passing out in hotel rooms with
coworkers.  Madison wasn't opposed to a bit of nudity, and they probably
got a kick out of it.

   *****

   The next day we all slept in a bit later than intended.  Everyone was
groggy, but no one was too hungover, so our beach day would go as planned.
We all met in the hotel lobby to get the last of the breakfast and coffee
before it closed down, and we chatted about the day before and the day
ahead.  We noticed that the hotel had bottomless mimosas, and everyone
decided that "the hair of the dog that bit you" was just what the doctor
ordered.  I didn't drink since I was going to be driving the van, but
everyone else dove right in.

   Once we were all full, caffeinated, buzzed, and in good moods, Tom's
face lit up like he had been waiting to tell us something wild.

   "Should I show her the pic from last night, guys?" Tom said, a smile
plastered on his face.

   "What pic?" Phil and Madison said at the same time, both of them
brightening up in curiosity instantly.  I hadn't thought about it, but Phil
had been the only one who hadn't seen her ass twice in a row now.  I
couldn't wait to see the look on his face.

   "Well," Tom eased in, taking out his phone.  "Madison mentioned that she
wanted a photo to commemorate our kickoff night in Florida, and we got just
such a pic, but I've got to run it by Maddie before anyone else can see
it."

   Madison quickly hustled over to his chair in the corner and wrapped her
arms around him in a casual hug, an excited ear-to-ear smile on her face.
Tom pulled up the photo, and they both burst into uproarious laughter.

   "Oh my god!" Maddie cried out between laughs.  "That is so funny, I
didn't realize I was that bad!  I am so sorry, guys!"

   Everyone had a good chuckle except for Phil, who was dying of
anticipation and visibly jealous that he had missed out on something else
last night.

   "Seriously, yes," Maddie said, still laughing and smiling.  "You have to
send that in the chat.  Lena and the other guys are going to be so jealous
that they couldn't go out drinking with us!"

   I was actually a little surprised.  As I've mentioned, Maddie has some
experience with wardrobe malfunctions, risquÃ(C) swimsuit photos, and
boudoir pics, but this was an image of her naked in a hotel room with two
of her male coworkers.

   I walked over to inspect the photo with sober eyes, and it was basically
exactly as I remembered from the drunken haze of the night before.

   You couldn't see much, just her exposed side, back, legs, and butt.  It
obviously wasn't sexual, what with the messy hair and drool, but the pic
illustrated the incredible curves of her smooth legs, toned ass, and the
dramatic curve from her cheeks back down to her slim waist.  You could even
make out her back dimples.

   For whatever reason, it seemed like her legs were parted a bit more than
I remembered from the night before.  You couldn't see anything other than
her ass with how the photo was angled, but my mouth went dry thinking about
it.  Madison has an appreciable thigh gap.  As I looked closely at the
picture, I began to worry about whether the guys had been able to catch a
glimpse of Maddie's pussy from behind while they posed for the photo since
they were standing directly over her.

   With Maddie's approval, Tom sent it in their group chat with the
caption, "Day 1: Maddie can't even hang." Phil rushed to pull out his phone
and check the picture.  He saw it and immediately fell back into cursing.

   "What the fuck, twice in one night?  I feel left out!  Fuck!" Phil
complained loudly, all while staring daggers into his phone.  Everyone
laughed, and then the phones started pinging with rapid texts from the rest
of the group.

   *****

   Peter said: WTF what happened??

   Lena said: LOL looks like Maddie after half a margarita

   Phil said: I WAS THERE AND I DIDN'T EVEN SEE THIS HAPPEN

   Tom said: I definitely saw it.  All of it.  You should have been there.

   Phil said: stfu douche

   Cal said: It was a pretty good view from where I was standing too, haha

   Lena said: Mads, you okay?  *laughing emoji*

   Madison said: Totally!  It was soooo fun, wish you were here *kissing
emoji*

   Lena said: I hate youuuuuu *laughing emoji*

   Peter said: Looks fun!  Any more pics from the trip?

   Larry said: Not yet, we'll try to get more today.  Have a good weekend!

   Madison said: You heard the boss, ttyl love you guys

   Lena said: Love you *kissing emoji*

   Mark said: Why didn't I go damnit *crying emoji*

   --

   The group was laughing and chatting about the text interactions and ways
they could mess with the group more.

   "Did anyone take any more pictures we could send?" Maddie queried the
room, a huge smile still on her face.

   The guys exchanged glances before shaking their heads no, causing Maddie
to slouch her shoulders in mild disappointment.

   "Should we have?" Tom asked Madison hesitantly, shooting a quick look at
me as if trying to feel out if this was a trap.  "Would that have been
okay?"

   "Yeah," Madison let out an exaggerated sigh and walked back around the
table to fall back into her seat.  "I'm almost insulted that you didn't! 
What's the point of all those squats if no one even wants a photo?  Phil,
you would have taken pictures of my butt, right?"

   Madison sipped her mimosa as her lips curled into a tipsy, mischievous
smile while the guys tried to determine whether she was kidding.  I crossed
my arms and puffed my chest, staring straight at Phil with an inviting
grin.

   "Nope, doesn't sound like me," Phil replied flatly, not wanting to risk
getting smacked by Madison or myself.

   The group laughed, and Maddie pelted Phil with a couple of grapes,
flashing a sunny smile and flipping him off.

   Everyone put their phones away, and we finished breakfast, all of us in
a good mood.  The heat had barely let up overnight, and it was sizing up to
be another scorcher today.  We all returned to our rooms to get ready for
the day at the beach, which would prove to be wilder than the night before.

   --

   Madison and I were the last of the group to make it out to the van, and
everyone else was hanging out waiting for me since I had the keys.  Larry
had a cooler that they had stocked full of beers and a few fruity bottled
drinks from a nearby shop, and Cal, Tom, and Phil had already broken into
them to keep their buzz going.

   Madison wore loose linen shorts and a tank top over a surprisingly
modest green string bikini.  She had brought several much more daring
swimsuits, and I was surprised that she didn't wear something a little
flirtier to the beach, considering everyone except Phil had seen her ass or
more already this trip.  Still, she wore the heck out of it, and as she
trotted around in a tipsy splendor, her loose tank top occasionally
revealed a fallen green strap or a flash of cleavage.

   We all loaded into the van and took off for the beach.  The beach we
were going to today was supposed to be pretty close, maybe a 30-minute walk
or so, but it was nearly noon by this point, and it was way too hot to
walk. Our shuttle reached the ocean within a few minutes, and everyone
excitedly marveled at the gorgeous sand and water.

   It was already getting busy, so there was nowhere to park.  After
driving around for a few minutes, we decided our best bet was to drop
everyone off and take the van back to the hotel.  I could make the walk
quicker without the whole posse anyway.

   We settled on a meeting place, my passengers disembarked (some of them,
including Maddie, were beginning to stagger already), and I prepared to
return to park the van at the hotel.

   "Hang on," Madison called out, opening the van door again.  She quickly
stripped off her shorts and tank top and tossed them into her seat, closing
the door behind her.  She turned around and trotted off to catch up with
her coworkers, now wearing just her bikini, smiling and waving a farewell
to me as I drove off.

   Lunch traffic was beginning to congest the roads, and it took me over
half an hour to get back to our hotel.  After I parked the van, I began to
trek back to the beach on foot.

   After a surprisingly long 40-minute hike, I was already growing
painfully aware that I had no sunscreen.  It was nearly 100 degrees
outside, so I opted to take my shirt off.  The Florida sun had rewarded me
with a nice sunburn that was already starting to grow visible on my legs
and entire upper body.

   Once I had made my way onto the beach, I had some trouble finding the
group.  After another 15 or 20 minutes, I finally heard Madison calling to
me from beneath a broad beach umbrella.  I jogged over quickly, greeting
her with a quick kiss and then immediately diving into Larry's cooler to
grab one of the last cold beers, cracking it open and taking a long,
desperate drink.

   "What took you so long, babe?" Madison asked.  "You were gone for like
two hours!"

   "Lots of traffic," I said between gulps of beer.  "And I couldn't find
you guys.  Where is everyone else anyway?"

   "They went to grab more drinks while I saved a spot," Maddie said,
swaying pleasantly, obviously tipsy from the heat and the alcohol.

   I opened the cooler and grabbed another beer, and just then, I noticed
that Madison was wrapped in a colorful beach towel that covered her from
the top of her chest to about mid-thigh.  More accurately, I noticed that
the strings of her bikini top were entirely absent.

   "Maddie, are you naked?  What happened to your swimsuit?"

   "Obviously not," Madison said, lifting the edges of her towel and
offering a curtsy.

   "Ha-ha-ha, you know what I mean," I said, shaking my head and taking
another swig of beer.

   "It's in one of the bags," she said reassuringly.  "It got sandy, I need
to find someplace to wash it and hang it out to dry, it was way too
uncomfortable to wear like that.  Sandy bikinis are a living hell."

   "Where did you take it off?"

   "Well," she smiled, "it's more like it kind of came off when we were
down by the water.  It was a whole thing, I would really rather not think
about it again right now."

   I couldn't tell if it was just a sunburn coming on or if she was
blushing.

   I typically enjoyed our flirty back-and-forth on her antics, but I had a
pounding headache from last night's booze, dehydration, and sun exposure,
so I let it be and polished off my beer.

   Before long, we saw the guys returning with a much-needed case of water
and an absolutely unnecessary amount of alcohol.  We waved them over, and
they joined us under the umbrella's shade.  We relaxed and rehydrated for
the next hour or so, and everyone refreshed their buzz, me included since
we no longer needed a designated driver.

   Madison was getting antsy, and in short order, she talked us into
exploring the rest of the long stretch of white sand beach.  I walked in
the back of the procession, shooting the breeze with Larry, while Madison
and the others horsed around as we slowly made our way.  The dehydration
ensured my buzz caught up with the group's, and we were all chipper despite
the sun beating down on us.

   The evening was rolling in when we found a neat beachside bar complete
with music, loungers in the sand, expansive wooden decks for mingling and
dancing, and a limitless supply of inebriated young people.  I wrapped an
arm around Maddie and headed to the bar, Larry close behind us while the
guys were distracted by the plethora of college blondes in their risky
swimsuits.

   Madison's coworkers were all decent-looking guys, by my estimation,
aside from Tom, who was a real lady killer.  Larry was definitely the
group's father figure, on the merit of being their supervisor at work and
because of his salt-and-pepper hair.  Cal was the nicest, and Phil was the
wildest.  I didn't know how much luck they would have trying to find
"dates," but they sure as hell were going to try.

   We managed to find a few seats together and took a load off for a few
minutes while we downed some more drinks.  Madison drew a little bit of
attention, seeing as she was obviously wearing nothing but a towel.  Still,
the eyes didn't linger too long before they drifted off to another scantily
clad woman.

   The sun was now setting, and a spectacle of tiki torches, lights, and
louder music indicated that it was time to dance, and Madison eagerly took
me by the hand and led me across the deck to the dance floor.  She hopped
and twirled, having the time of her life, while my stomach did its own
dance as I was left in constant anticipation of her towel coming undone for
the second time this trip.

   Her coworkers gradually funneled onto the dance floor to join us.  They
would occasionally hop in for a few spins, but I was careful not to let
them get too close for too long, as we were all drunk, and I didn't put it
past them to try giving her towel a yank right out there on the crowded
dance floor.

   Despite her enthusiastic dance moves and a few last-second catches and
tightenings of the knot, her towel surprisingly stayed in place.

   I noticed Larry had not left the bar and was still nursing a beer while
the rest of us danced away the evening.  I felt bad for him.  Larry was a
nice guy and a good boss to Madison, but he seemed a bit shy in larger
social situations.  I decided to pass Maddie off to Cal for a moment under
the premise of grabbing a drink, and I made my way to where Larry was
seated.

   "Not gonna dance, Larry?"

   "I don't think any of these girls want to dance with me," he laughed
genuinely.  "I'm as old as most of these girls' dads."

   "Well, Maddie is a dancing machine," I hinted, "and I can't keep up all
night.  What do you say you hop in and take a shift while I catch my breath
and grab a drink?"

   Larry stared off at the dance floor, his eyes eventually fixed on
Madison, who was now dancing alone as Cal had made his way off God knows
where.

   "I could go for a song or two," Larry said as he hopped from his seat at
the bar, clapping me twice on the shoulder.  "Thanks, Hugh."

   Larry made his way over to Madison, who eagerly hopped to him, grabbing
him by both hands and pulling him into the crowd.

   I kept one eye on her, still aware of her towel hanging on for dear life
as she bounced to the beat of some modern song I had never heard before,
her boss doing an okay job of keeping up, at least for his age.

   Eventually, a slower song came on, and many of the young people took the
chance to refresh their buzz while Madison, Larry, and the more established
young couples paired up to dance a bit slower.

   Madison grabbed Larry's hands and put them on her hips before gently
wrapping her arms around his neck for the slow dance.  Larry wasn't quite
as tall as me, but it was still quite the reach for Madison.

   Larry looked a tad stiff and sheepish as they swayed.  I imagine the
towel situation was making him a bit nervous, but he was still smiling down
at his petite blonde employee.

   The edge of the towel was now wrapped midway around her chest, showing
off a flirty amount of cleavage.  She occasionally let go of her partner to
pull the towel up, only to have it slide down just above her nipples as
soon as she raised her arms back up to wrap around her boss's neck.

   Larry would occasionally create a bit of distance between them, which
would last for a few seconds before Madison stepped in closer or pulled him
nearer, not letting her boss off the hook for the slow dance.  On several
occasions, she grabbed his hands that had modestly drifted higher up to her
sides and put them back on her hips.  Eventually, he just went with it, and
they danced for a couple of songs, Larry's hands drifting to Madison's
lower back as she rested her head against his chest and closed her eyes,
her breasts pressing snugly against him as they gently swayed to the music.

   As I watched the two of them dance, enjoying a moment off my feet as the
alcohol helped me forget about my stinging sunburn, my ears caught hold of
a conversation happening a few seats over.

   "Dude, I'm telling you, that's the girl," one college-aged guy excitedly
said to his frat-boy-looking friends in a hushed tone, pointing directly at
Madison.  "That's the girl who was streaking down the beach!"

   "Oh man," another one of the guys chimed in, "You're right!  Dude, she
has the best tits.  I got a Snapchat video of her running down to the
water!"

   The guys huddled up around his phone as he pulled up a video.  I had
scooted over a seat so that I could spy on them and figure out what they
were talking about, and sure enough, I could make out a blonde girl in the
video, running stark naked across a crowded beach and jumping into the
water.  I couldn't make out the details very well from my vantage point,
but it looked like a number of people were laughing, clapping, and even
holding their phones up to take photos and videos.

   The guys continued to laugh about the experience and debate whether they
should approach Madison, a number of them making crass remarks about what
they wanted to do to her.  I wasn't sure how to interject, so I just kept
tending to my drink.

   As the song came to a close and an electronic beat took its place,
Madison and Larry both headed over to join me at the bar.  The group of
guys I had been spying on seemed to lose their gusto as she approached, and
rather than scold them for their words about my woman, I simply rose to
meet her with a smile, grabbing her from Larry and kissing her immediately.
I shot a smirk at the group of guys as I threw my arm around her, and she
hopped up to sit on my lap.

   Madison's other coworkers eventually merged with our group, some of them
sullen over failed attempts at seducing a university girl for the evening,
others too drunk to care.  We were a long walk from the hotel now, so we
decided to start making our way back.

   --

   As we all chatted and joked around, Phil mentioned that someone had told
him about an alleged topless beach that wasn't too far from our hotel.

   "No way," Madison chirped excitedly.  "That has always been on my bucket
list!  Hugh, can we go check it out?"

   "Maybe," I said, not really paying attention to the conversation as my
head spun and my sunburn stung.  "We have one free day, the day after
tomorrow."

   "I'm all in for a nude beach," Tom agreed.  "I'm not sure if I've got
the guts to bare it all, but I wouldn't mind helping Madison cross
something off her bucket list." Tom elbowed me playfully, and I returned
the gesture with a chuckle and a shove.

   "You wish," Madison exclaimed through a broad smile, kicking sand at
Tom. "If I'm stripping down, it isn't for you sickos.  You can all have
your own private sausage festival 100 feet away from me."

   "Except for you, Larry," Madison added with a dreamy inflection, batting
her long eyelashes at her boss.

   Larry coughed out a chuckle while the guys all jokingly cursed their
supervisor for the preferential treatment.

   Clothed or not, we made plans to check out the nude beach for some
gawking on the final day of our trip.  We stumbled across the dark beach
and through the town back to our place, saying our good-nights once we got
there and pairing off into our rooms.

   Madison stripped off her towel before I could even shut the door and
hummed a tune while she quickly rinsed off in the shower.  Meanwhile, I
examined the extent of my sunburn.  My face, neck, and shoulders were
lobster red, and my legs and torso weren't much better.  I was actually
starting to feel nauseated.  I laid down in bed and tried not to move. 
Even the feeling of the soft sheets was agonizing against my burned skin.

   Madison was clearly worked up from a day of drinking, partying, and
trying not to flash anyone on the dance floor, but rather than engaging in
some vacation lovemaking, the evening was spent with her laughing at me
while she tenderly rubbed aloe on my red skin.

   'All right," I said as I laid on the bed, suffering through the burn
ointments and aloe application.  "You never told me what happened to your
bikini, you were out there basically naked all evening."

   "Oh my god," Madison giggled.  "You'll love this.  Just remember I had a
lot to drink, and so did the guys." As she sat beside me on the bed to rub
the gel into my burns, she filled me in on what I missed at the beach.

   *****

   "After you dropped us off at the beach and drove back to the hotel to
park, we decided to go ahead and scope out a place on the shore to hang out
while we waited for you.  The beach was really crowded, so we were having
trouble finding a spot.  Eventually, we found an opening about 50 feet from
the water, so we threw out some towels and dropped the cooler."

   "We chatted about work for a while while we all kept drinking.  We were
all getting pretty tipsy at that point, but since we didn't have to drive,
no one cared.  It was super hot, and the sun was harsh, so Larry reminded
everyone to put on sunscreen."

   "I sat down on a towel and put sunscreen on my face, arms, and the front
of my body, then I rolled over onto my stomach and asked if someone would
rub sunscreen on my back.  Obviously, all of the guys volunteered to help
out."

   Madison's face turned a bit red as she recounted the story.

   "So I was laying there, face down, and Tom was the first one to make it
over to me, so he started rubbing sunscreen across my back.  I said I
didn't want a tan line, so I asked him to wait for a second, then reached
around and untied my bikini top.  The guys cheered, and then they all
kneeled around me to help apply sunscreen.  We were all drunk, so I just
rolled my eyes.  My chest was facing down anyway."

   "Tom and Larry were on one side, and Phil and Cal were on the other. 
They all started squirting sunscreen into their hands and rubbing it onto
my back.  A couple of them started putting it on the backs of my legs too,
working their hands up from my feet, to my calves, and up the backs of my
thighs."

   I could see the blush on Madison's face intensifying as she told her
story, grinning the whole time.

   "I was still on my stomach, so I couldn't see who was doing what, but
hands were all over me, rubbing sunscreen all around my thighs, lower back,
and sides.  A couple of fingers slid across the sides of my boobs, and I
smacked them away, but we were all laughing."

   "Suddenly, I felt someone trying to untie the strings of my bikini
bottoms.  I shot a glare back at them and asked what they were doing.  Phil
said they were just making sure I wouldn't get tan lines where the strings
were.  I knew they were just being perverts, but we were all drunk, so I
was letting them rub sunscreen on the sides of my hips and under the edges
of my bikini bottoms."

   "They were all still rubbing sunscreen across my back, thighs, and
sides, but my bikini bottoms had come completely untied at this point, and
I felt them starting to shift down a bit more.  I started wriggling around
and laughing because their hands started sliding sunscreen across my ass,
and it tickled.  They took this as a sign that it was funny, and suddenly I
felt hands sliding completely under the loose fabric of my bikini bottoms
as they rubbed sunscreen onto my cheeks."

   "At this point, I was cracking up so much that I couldn't even tell them
to stop through my laughter, and all of them were grinning and laughing
while they rubbed me too.  The more I laughed, the bolder they got.  Their
hands were all over, but it was obvious that everyone was fighting over my
ass."

   "Then, all of a sudden, as I was about to yell at them to stop, someone
grabbed my untied bikini bottoms and completely ripped them out from under
me!"

   "As soon as they ripped my bottoms off, I gasped loudly, and all hell
broke loose.  They all immediately started trying to rub sunscreen on my
bare ass.  There were so many hands that they were all fighting each other
to grab a cheek."

   "I shrieked and wriggled harder, but there were so many hands on my
backside that they were basically holding me down while I laid there
completely naked.  Their hands were rubbing and grabbing harder and harder
as everyone fought to spread sunscreen on my ass."

   "I would have crawled away, but then the guys kneeling all around me
wouldn't have been blocking the view from the rest of the people on the
beach.  I would have been crawling away onto a crowded beach completely
naked since I had untied my top to tan, so if I rolled over, they would
have seen my tits, and even my crotch.  I didn't have many options."

   "All I could do was laugh and wait for them to be done with the
sunscreen.  They had all already seen my butt anyway, so it didn't seem
like a big deal.  But then, I felt two hands take hold of me squarely on
the ass, I gasped in shock again, and they literally spread my cheeks while
another hand immediately slid down my back and started rubbing sunscreen
between them while I squirmed."

   "As soon as they started doing that, I knew I should tell them to cut it
out, but they were tickling me, and I was so surprised that all I could do
was laugh and shriek while they basically had their way with my ass.  I had
clearly given them the wrong idea and gotten myself into a mess.  I had no
clue what to do."

   --

   I was completely dumbfounded as Madison explained all of this to me.  If
I hadn't been drunk and in excruciating pain, I probably would have been
looking to kick someone's ass, but at that moment, I was just shocked and a
little curious, so I let her continue.

   "There were so many hands rubbing my lower back, my ass, and my legs,
pressing hard enough that they were still holding me down in the process.
We were all laughing as I wiggled around under them, but then whoever was
rubbing my legs started spreading them apart, and at the same time, I felt
two hands sliding up my inner thighs like they were reaching toward my
pussy."

   Madison continued her story as I laid there in pain and drunken awe.

   "I was not drunk enough to let them keep playing with my ass, and I
didn't want them to see my pussy from behind right out there on the beach.
I decided that streaking 50 feet to the ocean was better than the
alternative.  So as a last resort, right before their fingers got to my
crotch, I rolled over onto my back, jumped up, and darted away from them,
running right down the beach and leaping into the ocean."

   This was all corroborated by what I had overheard at the bar on the
beach earlier that night.  I could see how things got out of control, but
Madison didn't seem upset by the situation at all.  In fact, she was
recounting the whole thing as if it were the funniest story in the world.

   "Wait," I said, looking for some clarification.  "If you flipped over to
run away, then did they see you totally naked?"

   "Not really," Madison said with a shrug and a chuckle.  "I tried to
cover myself with my arms and took off pretty quickly!  They might have
seen me for like a second, but it was all moving so fast, and ironically
there were so many hands rubbing sunscreen onto me that I don't think they
really saw much of anything.  Not sure I can say the same for everyone else
on the beach, though."

   "What do you mean," I asked, feigning ignorance.  "Was it still crowded
when you dashed to the water?

   "Oh my gosh, yes," Madison said, exploding into laughter.  "There were
tons of people.  They were mostly cheering and clapping as I sprinted for
the ocean.  I tried to use my hands to keep myself covered, but I really
just booked it.  It was only a few seconds, but it was so embarrassing! 
Eventually, Larry brought me a towel, and I covered up.  Then they went to
get more drinks, I claimed a spot under an umbrella, and you showed up."

   "But your coworkers," I trailed on, not knowing which questions to ask
and which ones I was better off ignoring for my own sanity.  "They
seriously tried to touch your pussy?"

   "I don't know for sure," Madison clarified.  "They were just moving
their hands up my thighs and getting close.  They were probably just being
thorough with the sunscreen.  I don't think they were really going to grab
my crotch, unless it was to rub some sunscreen on it quickly, and at that
point, I definitely would have told them to stop.  I was more worried about
them spreading my cheeks and legs and trying to get a peek at my pussy,
anyway."

   "I should have told them to quit more firmly, but I was laughing so much
from their hands sliding around and tickling me that I couldn't get it out.
We were honestly just joking around, and it got carried away.  In the end,
I don't think any of my coworkers saw anything that they hadn't seen last
night."

   I was silent for a moment, and Madison seemed to sense that I was
stressed about the encounter.

   "I shouldn't have riled them up," Madison said after considering the
situation.  "Honestly, I was kind of trying to tease them when I laid down
and untied my bikini top.  It just got out of hand.  It was funnier in the
moment.  And to be fair, they all saw my ass yesterday, and you even said
they could take a photo, so I just didn't process it as being a big deal."

   --

   The whole situation sounded way too absurd.  Dozens of people had gotten
a flash of Madison completely naked, a group of guys we didn't even know
had it on video, and apparently, at least a couple of her coworkers had
openly groped her ass in public as a joke.

   To be fair, most of them had already seen her lying naked on her stomach
last night.  They had all been drinking, so maybe they didn't think they
were crossing a new boundary.  And streaking was probably the best option
if things were getting carried away with the sunscreen, and it's not like
we would ever see the people on the beach again.

   I was too drunk and in pain to offer additional thoughts.  Madison
finished applying aloe to my burns, and we settled down for the night.  I
barely slept a wink through the discomfort of the sunburn and the mental
image of her coworkers trying to spread her ass cheeks.

   *****

   The next day, I woke up with a pounding headache and a terrifically red,
tender body.  I felt horrible.  Madison brought me some water and a trash
can, then applied another coating of aloe to my burns.  We had planned on
hitting the beach again today, but I was in no condition to face the sun
again.

   "You go on ahead," I urged Madison, my head hung over the small garbage
can.  "I don't think I'm going out today."

   "Do you want me to stay with you today?  You look awful," Madison said
sympathetically.  "We can just watch some TV while you rest up!"

   I appreciated her offer, but I noticed that she had already changed into
a swimsuit, clearly looking forward to another day on the beach.

   "No, I feel like shit," I said.  "I just want to sleep it off.  You go
ahead, hang out with your coworkers, and then we can watch a movie this
evening, maybe."

   Madison was wearing a one-piece bathing suit today, no doubt in response
to the events from yesterday.  It was still sexy, with plenty of cutouts in
all the right places to accentuate her tight waist, perfect-handful tits,
and toned back, but it was more or less accident-proof.

   I had cooled off since last night, and Madison's conservative attire
showed that she knew it had gotten out of hand.  Things always did, though,
and after seeing how much the guys were drinking yesterday, I wouldn't be
surprised if they barely remembered it.

   "Okay, I'm going," Madison relented with a sigh.  "But make sure you
stay hydrated.  I'm going to go get some breakfast and then see what the
guys are up to."

   Madison grabbed her bag, kissed me on the forehead, and headed out for
the day.

   *****

   My day was filled with a good mixture of uncomfortable naps, throwing up
from either too much booze or too much sun the day before, and occasional
reminder texts from Madison to keep drinking water.  I realized I would not
be having any more fun on this trip, so I did my best to rest and recover.

   The sound of the door opening woke me from a nap, and my head snapped
over to see Madison shuffling back into the hotel room, still dressed in
her one-piece swimsuit (thank goodness) and way earlier than I would have
expected.  The alarm clock by the bed showed 8 PM, and light was still
filtering through the windows.

   "Back already, babe?" I asked with genuine surprise.

   "Yes, I'm exhausted," Madison replied, kicking off her sandals and
hopping over to kiss me.  "We were out walking on the beach all day.  A
couple of the guys were hungover, so we didn't do much partying.  At least
they used sunscreen, though."

   Madison shot me a wink and then headed off to take a quick shower,
sliding each arm out of her bathing suit, shimmying it down, and kicking it
off.

   After a few minutes, Madison emerged from the bathroom, put on some
shorts and a T-shirt, and grabbed the bottle of Aloe, motioning me to roll
over so she could tend to my burns, to which I happily complied.

   "So," I asked as she started to rub my back, "what happened today?  The
guys didn't get carried away again, did they?"

   "No, not really," Madison replied flatly.  "We really just hung out on
the beach and relaxed.  I think everyone needed a recovery day."

   "Oh," I responded, oddly disappointed at the lack of details.  "I find
it hard to believe those guys didn't pull anything.  No sunscreen mishaps?"

   "Ha," Madison laughed, shaking her head at the thought of yesterday's
antics.  "Not really, no.  They were on their best behavior today."

   I winced at the feeling of her hands sliding over my sunburns as I
replied.  "Kind of unusual, they're typically so rowdy.  I'm not
complaining, but I wonder why they're mellowing out?  Maybe everyone is
just hungover."

   "Well, I think I kind of know," Madison said, her mouth curling into a
smile, "I met them for breakfast, and we were talking about what we were
going to do for the rest of the trip since you were out of commission."

   Madison continued to massage my burns, filling me in on the
conversations I had missed throughout the day.

   "Tom was joking that it must be time to check the nude beach off my
bucket list.  I laughed and said that there was a fat chance I was going to
a nude beach after what they pulled yesterday.  Everyone kind of laughed
awkwardly, and they admitted that they had taken the joke too far, but
everyone was pretty drunk.  They all seemed really apologetic."

   "I said it was okay, and that, honestly, I was partially responsible
too, since I let it get out of control and kind of encouraged them by
untying my top and letting them untie my bottoms.  Ultimately I said the
situation was pretty funny, but the only way I would agree to go to a nude
beach was if they proved they could behave themselves, and specified that I
would *not* be going naked, but maybe I would wear a bikini again if they
were lucky."

   "Everyone seemed to brighten up after we addressed the elephant in the
room, and the rest of the day went on without a hitch.  We went to the
beach again, got some funnel cakes, and just tried to recharge so we could
enjoy the rest of the trip."

   --

   I was legitimately surprised.  It sounded like they really had a low-key
day.

   "That honestly sounds kind of boring," I sighed.  "Still, it's good that
you can keep them in line."

   "For the most part," Madison giggled.  "There were still a few moments.
They asked if they could help me sunscreen my legs and shoulders, and I let
them.  Their hands wandered over my thighs, up to my hips, and a couple of
times their fingers slid under the edges of the swimsuit fabric or pulled
at my shoulder straps while they were doing my chest, but a raised eyebrow
let them know they were toeing the line."

   "Your chest too?" I asked flatly.

   "Mostly just the skin that showed," she said reassuringly.  "But that's
literally it.  Aside from a little arguing about who got to do my inner
thighs and chest, nothing else happened.  I wish I had something more
entertaining for you!"

   I was surprised that the weekend had de-escalated.  I knew Maddie liked
to tease her coworkers, I just didn't want them ripping her clothes off in
public.  I also had a strange feeling about today.  I didn't want anything
nuts to happen, but I had spent my day alone inside, sort of anticipating
something more climactic.

   I didn't want Madison to have a boring trip just because I was out of
commission and couldn't keep things from going crazy.  I wished there was a
happy medium for her between light teasing and streaking fully nude across
a public beach.

   Still, it was getting late, and I felt tired again from my sun exposure.
Madison and I watched a little TV in bed and then went to sleep early.

   --

   The following day, we woke up reasonably early.  I was still pained and
nauseated, and my sunburn was blooming with some pretty gnarly blisters. 
It was clear that I would be out of commission once again.

   Madison helped me apply a fresh coat of aloe gel, then she threw on some
clothes and hopped down to the hotel lobby to grab some breakfast and
coffee for the both of us.

   We chatted and ate breakfast in our room, and before long, her phone
started pinging with notifications from their group text asking what the
plan for the day was.  We were sitting in bed, so I read the messages along
with her.

   --

   Larry said: Good morning, guys.  What's the plan for today?  How is
Hugh?

   Madison said: Not great, he's going to hang back at the hotel again :(

   Tom said: That sucks, we will drop some beers off for him in a few
minutes though.  Rest up big guy.

   Phil said: didn't we already decide on the topless beach haha

   Cal said: Yessir, I can drive if you're all still down.  Leave in 30?

   Madison said: Oh brother.  :P Can we do 45 minutes?  I still have to get
dressed

   Tom said: Isn't that missing the point of a nude beach?  Just kidding!

   Madison said: Absolutely not going nude, dummy!  A deal is a deal
though, let me send you the swimsuit options for today

   --

   With that, Madison hopped back over to her bag and began rummaging
through the clothes to find and match up a handful of different bikinis
that she had brought for the trip.

   "What's this deal they're talking about?" I asked.

   "I kind of told you about this yesterday," Madison replied cheerfully as
she laid out several bikinis on the bed.  "I promised that if they chilled
out, I would switch back to bikinis, and I said that they could choose
which one I wore."

   She didn't mention anything about them getting to choose, but it wasn't
really a big deal.  They had apparently seen more than any bikini could
throw at them over the past couple of days.

   Madison finished laying out the options and snapped a photo of the
display with her phone.  All of the half-dozen bikini sets were great, but
I noticed one stood out in particular.

   It was her signature white bikini that she half-jokingly, have
braggingly called her "jaw-dropper." Of all the options, it was undoubtedly
the skimpiest.  Though it wasn't like a micro bikini or a G-string or
anything, it was a thinner fabric than the rest, with a silhouette that sat
low on her hips and showed a striking amount of breast up top.  It also
tended to grow sheer when wet.  I didn't have to wonder which one the guys
would vote for.

   Madison sent the guys the photo of the swimsuit options for their
review.

   --

   Madison sent a photo

   Madison said: Alright, which color, boys?

   Phil said: white

   Tom said: The white one looks perfect.

   Cal said: White!

   Larry said: That was an easy decision, not much of a vote though.  The
white one looks great, Madison.

   Madison said: You guys are so predictable!  *Laughing emoji*

   --

   Madison sat her phone down and started stripping off her clothes to put
on her bikini, but then paused and met my eyes with a hesitant look on her
face.

   "Do you think wearing this one out on the beach is okay?  It tends to
cause a stir, especially if I swim," she said sheepishly.

   "Just go for it," I responded with a sigh.  "You wouldn't have brought
it if you didn't want to wear it.  Besides, I know you love how it looks on
you."

   Madison giggled and hopped over to kiss me on the cheek before quickly
slipping off the rest of her clothes and fastening the white bikini onto
her slender, sun-kissed body.  First thing in the morning, absolutely no
makeup, and she still looked positively stunning.

   "I'm so nervous," Madison chipped as she briskly rubbed her arms.  "I've
always wanted to go to a clothing-optional beach, but now I've got
goosebumps!"

   "I know.  You've mentioned it a hundred times," I groaned.  "Just how
'clothing-optional' do you think you're going to get today?"

   "I think I am going to stick to the bikini," Madison said, blushing a
bit at the thought.  "I kind of want to let the girls out, but it depends
on if I can get away from the guys for a bit.  I wish you were coming so we
could go off on our own."

   "I wish I could too, but I think any more sun would kill me," I replied,
glancing over my blistered and burned shoulders.  "I'd really like to see
you scratch it off your bucket list, but we will have more chances."

   "I know we will," Maddie said.  "I'll feel it out today, and who knows,
maybe next time I'll be confident enough to go out fully European style if
you're with me."

   I smiled warmly, reached out, and pulled her in for another kiss. 
"Don't get too crazy out there.  Let's save the complete nudity for
Europe," I teased.

   "Deal," she smiled back, leaning in and kissing me again.  "I won't go
streaking or anything.  I guess I technically crossed that off my bucket
list a couple of days ago." Madison blushed awkwardly, recalling her naked
sprint across the beach with a sober mind.

   With that, Madison did her makeup lightly, packed a few essentials into
a bag, gave me one more kiss, and walked out the door, this time wearing
nothing but her risky bikini and some sandals.

   I settled in for another day of scorched misery, pondering exactly how
much sun my wife was going to get today.



   Part 2: Madison's POV: Last Day on the Beach

   "Are you sure this is it?" Madison asked Cal as she zoomed in and out on
her phone's GPS, trying to figure out where they were.

   "I think so," Tom replied, scoping out their surroundings.

   The group had taken the van out to the supposed location of the rumored
nude beach, but as the four of them looked around, there didn't seem to be
any signage indicating where they were and whether or not clothing was
required.

   "Why does it matter," Phil said hurriedly from the back of the van,
unbuckling in an apparent rush to disembark.  "We're looking for a beach,
and we found a beach!  Let's get out on the sand and get some shots rolling
before we blow the whole day!"

   The others followed Phil's lead, and everyone assembled at the back of
the van to grab the cooler and whatever other supplies they needed.

   Madison hadn't brought anything along today.  She had poached some
sunglasses from the van, and the group provided sunscreen and drinks.  As
the others dug through their bags, she sheepishly adjusted the scant
triangles of white fabric that almost struggled to cover her.

   This swimsuit gets smaller every time I wash it, she thought to herself
as she fidgeted with her top.  Pale skin peeked out from around the edges
of her suit, further emphasizing how small it was compared to the tan lines
from her usual swimming attire.

   While the bikini wasn't quite as daring as something you might see in
Sports Illustrated, it was barely anything more, either.  Madison felt the
sun shining warmly on almost her entire body.  It felt invigorating and
nearly heavenly.

   Phil popped open the cooler and produced several vodka lemonade shots,
holding them high and smiling devilishly at the group.

   "What do you say we get this game rolling," he said with a smile as he
handed each member of their party a couple of shots.

   "Holy hell, it's first thing in the morning, Phil," Tom replied with a
grin of his own.  Despite his words of protest, he twisted open both caps
to his shots and downed them simultaneously.

   Phil, Larry, and Cal did the same, and Madison followed soon after.  Two
shots aren't much, but given her small size, she knew she would be floating
through the day from the moment the vodka burned its way down her throat.

   The vacationing office mates made their way from the remote parking
space and took the short walk to the sand.  The beach was surprisingly
quiet, but it was a fair distance from the city.  There were a few people
reading under shady umbrellas, relaxing at the shoreline, and walking up
and down the beach, but there was no nudity to note.

   "Are you sure we are in the right spot?" Madison asked the group as they
walked lazily, looking for a place to set up for the morning.

   "Well, I have been hearing the term clothing optional," Larry said with
mixed confidence.  "I don't think that means clothing is forbidden.  Let's
just relax and take it for what it is, it might liven up a little later
today."

   "We could go ahead and liven it up right now," Phil said with another
wicked grin.  "Madison, what do you say we take care of that bucket list
you we talking about?"

   Madison cackled a quick, sharp laugh and pushed Phil as they walked.

   "You're gonna need way more than two drinks to make that happen, pal,"
she replied, denying his altruistic invitation.

   "Good thing we've got plenty more where those came from," Cal called to
the group, setting the cooler down in the sand, cracking open the lid, and
tossing everyone another shot.

   The group all laughed, clanked their miniature glass bottles together,
and downed another drink.  They were barely out of the van, but Madison
could swear that her cheeks were growing warm, and the day was growing
brighter.

   The team wandered the beach aimlessly for the whole morning.  They
drank, joked, and enjoyed the perfect summer weather.  They eventually
found a rocky outcropping near the beach with a number of palm trees
lending at least a little shade.  Despite having yet to encounter one of
the fabled nudists, they decided that this was probably as far out as they
should wander.

   "You're turning a little pink there, Madison," Larry said as he procured
a few rolled towels from his bag and began fluffing them out onto the shady
sand.  "The sun is getting high, you want some sunscreen?"

   As Larry produced a bottle of lotion from his bag, the rest of the guys
moved in a little closer, no doubt wandering back to the alcohol-hazed
memory from the other day on the beach and silently thinking of recreating
it in their remote oasis.

   "I am burning a bit," Madison said with a grin, a slight skepticism
gracing her expression.  "Let me guess; you would all love to help me out
with the sunscreen?"

   "I'm just a nice guy like that," Tom replied, flashing his
million-dollar smile and adjusting his sunglasses.

   "And you promise to be thorough, just like the other day, right?  You'll
get under the edges for me?" Madison asked sarcastically, adding to her
joke by striking a seductive pose and pulling the ends of her low-rise
bikini bottom strings.

   "You know, we wouldn't have to mess with the fabric at all if you just
took it off already," Phil urged, voicing his second attempt at getting
Madison to go through with her topless beach bucket list item.

   "How generous," Madison said with an exaggerated swoon, wiping the back
of her hand across her forehead and then quickly transitioning it into an
obscene gesture aimed at Phil.  "I guess that would be best, so you could
all ogle my tits in the soft shade of the palms!"

   She stuck her tongue out at her coworkers but didn't seem legitimately
agitated.

   "Wouldn't it be better to do it now, before it gets busy, though?" Cal
chimed in, somehow making it seem rational.  "Besides, not everyone got to
'ogle them' the other night, so..."

   "Wait, what do you mean?" Madison asked in earnest surprise, her hands
subconsciously darting up to cover her barely-clothed breasts.

   "I didn't mean anything," Cal said almost apologetically.  "I was just
talking about when you fell asleep on Larry's bed the other night.  You saw
the photo!"

   Larry diverted his eyes from the group, but a slight grin worked its way
across his face.

   "Wait...  no, you're not telling me you saw more than my ass, are you?"
Madison asked with a furrowed brow, but a sense of amusement in her tone.

   "I didn't roll over, did I?" Madison continued with a little more
urgency, searching for an answer in their expressions.  "How much did you
see?"

   "Well, we covered you up, but you kept kicking the blankets off," Larry
chimed in.

   "No, seriously, what did you see?!" Madison shouted in increasing
desperation for an answer.

   "Look," Cal said casually, shaking his head, "I'm just saying we came
out here for us to gawk and for you to take care of that bucket list, and
not everyone got the full Madison experience the other night, so I was just
asking for the sake of fairness."

   "Cal," Madison chirped with a smile as she grabbed a handful of sand and
threw it at him.  "What do you mean 'full experience?' Just tell me how
much you saw!"

   "Now hang on," Larry interjected calmly.  "We all had a bit too much to
drink that night.  I wouldn't worry too much about who saw what." Larry
made a placating gesture, lowering the temperature of the conversation.

   "Oh my god," Madison said, blushing intensely and burying her face in
her hands.  "I am so sorry, please don't fire me, Larry." Though she hid
her face, the corners of a smile were visible through her hands.

   "I'm pretty sure that's actually grounds for a raise," Tom joked.

   "I feel like we can leave this one out of the performance review," Larry
said with a laugh, walking over to Madison and giving her a comforting hug,
which she eagerly threw her whole body into, pressing her face into Larry's
chest and then looking up at him with thankful, puppy dog eyes.

   Phil looked like he was pondering his way through some kind of puzzle.

   "Well," he observed cautiously, "What if you just went to the water's
edge and took your top off, facing away from us?"

   "What's the point of that?" Madison asked, peeling her small frame off
of Larry.

   "For the bucket list," Phil clarified enthusiastically.  "We can take a
photo of you topless from behind.  That way you get a souvenir photo
proving you did it, and we don't have to see anything."

   Madison perked up at this suggestion, smiling hesitantly.

   "That's not a bad idea," she agreed.  "And it would get you all to quit
bugging me about it?" She smiled invitingly, despite her words.

   The guys exchanged glances, nodding in approval of the idea.  With that,
they left all of their supplies in the shade and made the quick walk out to
the shoreline, Tom carrying his cell phone along to capture the moment.

   The guys hung back a bit, and Madison walked out ankles deep into the
water, turning back to look at the guys, who were all grinning back at her
from just beyond the water, Cal shooting her an encouraging thumbs up as
Tom held the phone up to take a photo.

   "Well, here goes nothing," Madison called out as she faced the water,
reached behind her back, and pulled at the strings of her bikini top.  The
loops pulled out, the fabric went slack, and she slipped the top completely
off, exposing the entirety of her toned back to her coworkers.

   "How should I pose?" Madison inquired, looking back slightly toward her
group.

   "Hold your hands in the air," Tom called out from behind the camera
phone.  "Like you're triumphantly facing the world while clutching your
bikini as it blows in the wind!"

   "Shut up, James Cameron," Phil snapped back.  "It'll be better if the
top doesn't show in the photo, so it doesn't look like you just took it off
for this pic."

   As Phil said this, he began jogging and wading towards where Madison
stood half-naked in the water.

   "H-hey!" Madison shrieked, her arms crossing defensively over her chest
as she turned to face her coworkers.

   "Just hand it to me," Phil encouraged her, extending his hand out to
take her bikini top.

   Madison hesitantly shuffled her breasts in an attempt to cover both of
them with one arm, and slowly extended her other hand towards Phil, smiling
shyly as she surrendered her bikini top to him.

   "Thanks," he said with a broad grin.  "Hey Tom, get a pic!"

   Phil stuck his tongue out and triumphantly held Madison's top over his
head.  Madison gasped, and right then, Tom snapped a photo.

   The others laughed and gathered closer around Tom's phone, appreciating
the humorous photo of Phil "stealing" Madison's top, and no doubt enjoying
the surprised expression on Maddie's face as she desperately clung her arms
over her tits.

   "You ass," Madison shouted at Phil, a smile creeping back over her face
as she kicked water at him.

   Phil mockingly trotted out of the water, jumping once to click his heels
in victory as Madison rolled her eyes and turned around to face the water
once again.

   "All right, go ahead, Tom," Madison invited her photographer as she
began striking a series of poses, showcasing her toned back, trim waist,
and an appreciable amount of her cheeks courtesy of her racy swimwear as
she modeled.

   The guys snapped photos while shouting playful encouragement from the
shore.  After a minute or two of stretching and shooting flirty looks over
her shoulder at the camera, Madison replaced her arms over her tits and
began to walk back toward the shore.

   "Are we good?" She asked as she approached the group, firmly hugging her
chest as she walked.

   "Wait, actually, let's get a couple more right where you are," Tom said
as he raised his phone back up to resume snapping photos.

   "Hey," Madison barely vocalized her protest, having given up on carrying
the argument any longer in her afternoon buzz.

   "Hang on," Tom insisted as he continued to snap photos of his topless
subject.  "This just looks so good with the ocean behind you.  Nothing is
really showing anyway.  And How would anyone even know it's a photo of you
without your pretty face in it?"

   Madison huffed at his patronizing comment and rolled her eyes, but her
expression brightened, and she began to shuffle her pose a bit, shaking out
her short blonde hair, positioning her arms to look a little more relaxed
while still safely covering her nipples, and shifting her hips from side to
side a bit to showcase her firm stomach and toned legs.

   "You better make me look like Blake Lively," Madison joked as she eased
her arms back slowly, positioning so that she was now covering each round,
perky breast with one hand.  She made a sultry, almost pouting expression
at the camera as she jutted her chest to add prominence to her hand-bra
pose.

   "I think you're more of a Brie Larson, or maybe a Kristen Bell," Cal
responded, bringing a giggle and a slight blush across Madison's freckled
face.

   "I don't think I'm quite that edgy, Cal," Madison added sweetly.

   "What about Jessica Alba or Paris?" Phil added with a smirk.

   "Paris Hilton?" Madison shouted back, almost aghast.  "Okay, we're
done."

   Feigning annoyance, Madison began stomping the last few steps back up to
the beach, still keeping her hands firmly pressed to her soft tits, her
fingers scarcely obscuring the delicate, untanned skin of her breasts
beneath.

   "Did you get the pictures?" She asked, approaching Tom.

   "Tons," Tom responded with a wide smile as they all gathered behind his
phone.

   Tom flipped through the photos, starting with the ones of her back, the
picture of Phil running off with her top, and the shots of her facing the
camera while she held her breasts.

   "Let's send some of these in the group chat," Phil said excitedly. 
"They're going to be so jealous.  It totally makes it look like Madison
hung out with all of us on the beach completely topless."

   "Not really," Cal replied flatly.  "None of us are in the photos, except
the one with Phil."

   "Fair enough," Tom said as he reopened his camera app, flipping it to
the front-facing camera and holding it high, as if to take a group photo.

   Before Madison could protest, Cal grabbed her by the waist and pulled
her in close, while all of the other guys squeezed into frame, smiling up
at Tom's phone.  The motion jostled Madison, almost causing her hands to
slip from covering her tits.  She mostly regained composure and smiled just
as Tom snapped the photo.

   Tom examined the photo approvingly and then passed it to Larry, Phil,
and Cal for their approval.  Finally, they passed it to Madison for her
inspection.  She readjusted one arm to cover both of her breasts again and
took the phone with her free hand.

   Madison looked over the photo.  It was a nice shot of everyone smiling
on the beach with the ocean in the background.  Her expression was a
surprised smile from being pulled in by Cal.  More noticeable to Madison,
however, was how loosely her hands clung to her breasts from the shuffle.

   The photo depicted Madison's hands over her breasts, but they had
drifted low, and her fingers were slightly spread apart.  Worst of all, you
could mostly make out one of her small nipples between her fingers.  It was
partially blocked and not the prominent focus of the photo, but everyone
would clearly be able to see it if they examined the image closely.

   "Tom-" Madison chirped but cut herself off suddenly.  She realized that
there was a chance none of them noticed, and she didn't want to draw
attention to the photo of her nipple if she didn't have to.  Instead, she
just smiled and handed Tom's phone back.

   She returned the phone and realized she missed her opportunity to delete
the photo.  She must have been tipsier than she thought.  As Tom pocketed
his phone, she fully realized that her coworker basically had a photograph
of her tit, and she knew he would probably be sharing it with the group
later.

   "Where's my top at?" Madison asked, aiming the question primarily toward
Phil.

   "Oh, shit, I tossed it on the towel, I think," Phil responded, snapping
his head back and forth as he looked around.

   "The towels are back in the shade, genius," Tom retorted.  "Looks like
Phil has had enough to drink."

   "Come on, guys, let's help Maddie find her bikini," Larry said, snapping
his fingers twice as if to kick the guys into work mode.

   The group shuffled around looking, but Madison's top was nowhere in
sight.

   "You're absolutely kidding me," Madison mumbled in disbelief as she
stood by the group, left with only her hands to cover her tits.  Her
disbelief was mostly at her own stupidity for trusting Phil with a vital
article of her clothing.

   Cal looked out at the ocean, holding a hand over his eyes to block the
sun as he scanned the water line.

   "Did you drop it in the water, Phil?" He asked.

   "If I did, then I don't think we're getting it back," Phil responded
flatly.

   "Let's just regroup back in the shade," Larry interjected, ushering his
employees further up the beach.  "We have some extra towels, and Madison
can steal my shirt if she needs to."

   "I can't believe we are downgrading from topless beach to T-shirts in
the sand," Phil said with a note of disappointment.

   "Hey, that's your fault, mister," Madison shot back, sticking her tongue
out playfully as they hiked back up the empty beach.  She still carefully
held her palms to her tits as they made their way.

   Reaching their rocky campsite in the shade, Madison quickly shuffled
over to a towel, hopping down to lay her stomach and chest down out of the
sight of her coworkers.

   "I need another drink," Madison gestured toward the cooler.  "And some
sunscreen before I end up as burned as Hugh."

   Tom kicked the cooler open and dug through the melty ice, procuring a
seltzer and handing it down to where Madison was lying on her stomach.  She
reached up to take it, the motion exposing the entire side of her breast to
her coworkers, momentarily showing a slight peek of her soft, pink nipple
before she grabbed the drink and quickly settled back down onto her towel.

   Madison cracked open her seltzer and took careful sips while hiding her
chest against the towel in the sand.  The guys all grabbed another drink,
and Larry dug around in his bag to find the sunscreen.

   "Would you like me to do your back?" Larry offered with a smile, looking
rather charming under the shade of the palm trees.

   "Please," Madison invited, scooting her seltzer to the side and nestling
it into the sand to keep it upright.

   She shifted to lay flat with outstretched arms, tensing her upper back
muscles, exposing her entire sides, and exhaling contentedly as her boss
squeezed some lotion into his hands and began applying it to her upper
back, neck, and shoulders.

   "Tom, I'll get the right leg if you handle the left," Phil suggested as
he grabbed the sunscreen bottle and emptied a generous dab onto his palm,
tossing Tom the bottle after.

   "Sounds good," Tom replied casually.

   Cal approached Tom, who passed him the bottle of sunscreen after he
poured himself a handful.

   "Is it okay if I do your sides, Maddie?" Cal asked kindly, kneeling next
to Madison on the opposite side of where Larry knelt.

   "Oh my goodness, how lucky am I," Madison joked as her four coworkers
sat around her and began applying the cream to her sun-warmed skin.

   Phil and Tom began at her ankles and slowly worked their way up her
calves and to the backs of her thighs, both of them massaging the sunscreen
into her legs with long, firm strokes.

   Larry and Cal applied sunscreen to her back and sides, their hands
sliding from her shoulders all the way down to her lower back, right to the
edge of the fabric of her bikini bottoms, then across the sides of her hips
and ribcage, both of them lightly brushing their fingers across the exposed
sides of her breasts, earning a giggle and a twitch from Madison with each
pass.

   Cal seemed to be paying extra attention to her side boob, working over
the pale skin at least a dozen times, his strong fingers exploring a bit
more skin with each pass until it seemed like he was basically reaching
under her, his fingertips brushing only an inch from her areola.  It would
almost seem like he was grabbing her tit if he reached any more.

   Larry finished her shoulders and upper back, then began to focus on
massaging the sunscreen into her lower back, his hands pressing firmly,
more like an authentic massage than a sunscreen application.  He traced her
back dimples with his thumbs, and his fingertips wandered slightly under
the fabric of her bikini bottoms, attentively rubbing sunscreen onto her
upper glutes.

   Tom and Phil had finished her hamstrings, and their hands had naturally
wandered up to the exposed skin of her cheeks.  Madison felt two hands on
her lower butt as two more hands began to pull at the last strings of her
bikini, as if to untie the knots.

   "Guys," Madison muttered, twisting her body slightly.  "Don't make a
repeat of the other day," she warned with a mix of chastising and humor. 
"Didn't you get enough of a feel last time?"

   "It's a nude beach, not just a topless beach," Phil said as if to remind
her.  "I don't want to leave your bucket list item half crossed off."

   "My hero," Madison replied sarcastically, still twisting her hips
evasively under the mess of hands massaging her back, lower butt, and
pulling at her bikini strings.

   "I don't suppose we could take it to a vote?" Tom asked as if polling
the whole group.

   Tom earned a warm giggle from Madison.

   "No, we shouldn't.  You're all just drunk," She offered in response to
the suggestion that they make her body a democracy.  "Can we just leave
them on for now?"

   "Fine, I'm sorry," Tom relented with a smile and a sigh.  "I was just
teasing anyway."

   Tom let go of her bikini strings and returned both hands to her ass
cheek, massaging sunscreen into it firmly.  Phil did the same for the other
cheek.

   Madison's boundary did little to aid the situation.  As she lay there, a
full six hands were caressing various regions of her ass, and Cal had
positioned himself to better reach her whole back, though his hands were
mostly rubbing the sides of her breasts, both at the same time now.

   While she had been distracted by her other coworkers' attempts to undo
her strings, she hadn't noticed Cal's fingers working their way further
underneath her, drawing dangerously close to her nipples.  Under the guise
of applying sunscreen, he was almost just kneading her breasts now, and he
was claiming more of each boob with every passing second.

   In a smooth motion, Cal slid his hands the rest of the way under
Madison's breasts, contentedly holding them for a second before giving them
a light squeeze.

   Madison's thoughts were going hazy, and her body was growing warm.  She
hesitantly considered the possibility that Cal was just being overly
thorough with the sunscreen.  She gave him a minute, but after several
squeezes, Cal began massaging her breasts, and it seemed to her like he was
just playing with her tits at this point.

   Unsure of what to do and acting in a tipsy autopilot, Madison suddenly
began to turn over onto her back, deftly replacing her hands on her
perfect-handful tits to censor her toplessness and reclaim her breasts from
her coworker.  Her face was tinted crimson.

   "I guess that means it's time for the front," Phil said as he quickly
emptied some more sunscreen into his hands and lunged for her hips.

   Madison burst into a tangle of twitching laughter, as her hips were
vulnerably ticklish.  Phil's hands crawled feverishly over her flat
stomach, trim sides, and then to her prominent hip bones as he teased his
thumbs around, occasionally slipping them a bit under the front of her
bikini bottoms as he frantically tickled her.

   "Stop," Madison cackled as she caught Phil in the jaw with an accidental
spastic kick.

   "Fuck," he exclaimed, withdrawing his hands and covering his mouth,
feeling out the strike tenderly.

   Madison gasped at her unintended yet effective attack, but the other
three guys just burst out in uproarious laughter as Phil rubbed his jaw.

   "I was only trying to help," Phil whined, a wounded tone accenting his
drunken timbre.

   'I'm sorry, Phil," Madison said with an apologetic look, obviously
trying to suppress a smile.  "Come back, you can rub sunscreen on my legs.
I think you need to make up with them now."

   Madison danced a toe in Phil's direction as she reclined on her elbows,
still covering her tits with her hands.  An embarrassed smile slowly
replaced Phil's frown as he took her by the foot and began massaging it.

   "We might as well help him with the front," Cal said as if it were
expected of them.  He grabbed the sunscreen, squeezed out a dollop, and
began applying it to Madison's exposed stomach.

   Larry and Tom chuckled and followed suit, squirting more sunscreen into
their hands and resuming their application.

   "Whoa whoa whoa, don't I get a say in this?" Madison said with
obligatory dismay, though as she said it, she eased down flat onto her
back, allowing the guys a better position to resume their rubbing.

   "We just don't want you to burn, honey," Larry assured her, his deep,
level tone somehow making the statement nearly believable to Madison.

   Madison relaxed a bit and closed her eyes as eight hands began to rub
sunscreen onto the front of her body, still closely guarding her tits with
her own hands.

   She felt hands swiping over her shins and traveling up to her thighs,
spreading them apart as two of her coworkers each claimed a leg to work on.

   Cal was still massaging sunscreen across her stomach in slow, luxurious
motions, working his way toward her sternum, right under her breasts. 
Larry was applying sunscreen to her upper chest and clavicles with one hand
while he used his other to begin working sunscreen onto her lower stomach
and hips, right at her bikini line.

   Madison began to lose track of whose hands were whose as they sought new
real estate to rub on.  She felt someone's hands start to rub along her own
hands as if trying to slip under her fingers to apply sunscreen to her
breasts.  She squeezed her tits tighter as they tried to find an angle to
work in.

   At the same time, she felt several well-lotioned fingertips teasing
along the edges of her bikini bottoms, and she began to squirm in response.

   "Remember the deal, only what's not covered," Madison reminded them
matter-of-factly.

   "Sorry, just getting under the edges so they don't burn," one of her
coworkers explained plainly.

   "Alright, that's fine," Madison said weakly, twitching against their
touch on her hips.

   Her bikini bottoms were essentially a small triangle of fabric that only
oh-so-generously covered her privates by a couple of inches at the
waistband.  "Under the edges" near her legs was essentially the outside of
her labia, and a finger would only have to wander down the front of her
bottoms about two inches before it reached her slit.

   As Madison tilted her hips away from one set of fingers, it encouraged
the advance of another hand on the opposite side.  She felt fingertips
complete their promise to get under her edges, and she twitched at the
sensation of at least two hands rubbing sunscreen onto what was arguably
her inner thigh or the very-outer portion of her labia.

   Fingers were dancing along the sides of her smooth pussy lips, and while
Madison decided she was willing to entertain a quick swipe for the purpose
of applying sunscreen, the foreign touch that was fanning languorously
along her most private flesh was beginning to prickle electrically.

   "I think we're good down there," Madison said decisively, giving her
hips a vigorous shake in either direction to dislodge any wandering
fingers. "But thanks for being thorough!"

   Rather than feeling offended by the encroaching fingers, Madison felt
strangely triumphant.  She liked the authority of effectively telling them
"so close, but no cigar."

   "Well," Phil said as he squirted more sunscreen into his palm, "that
just leaves one place left uncovered.  Let's finish up."

   Madison opened her eyes to see that they were all staring at her
barely-covered chest, Larry and Cal still working sunscreen over and around
her hands while Phil settled back by her side and Tom assumed a position
above her head to join in on the turf war.

   "I've quite literally got those covered," Madison retorted with a smile,
meeting each man's eyes as she eased back up onto her elbows, firmly
keeping hold of her tits.

   "We've all basically seen them at this point anyway," Tom spoke
confidently, smirking.  "They're nice, and we have to keep them nice by
keeping them protected from the sun."

   As Tom joked, he placed his hands on Madison's shoulders, eased her back
into a flat position, and began rubbing sunscreen across her collarbones.

   "I'll tell you what," Tom continued, "One-time offer only: I'll bite the
bullet and rub some sunblock onto them.  Only because I care about you."

   Madison scoffed through a smile and stuck her tongue out at him.

   As she resumed her flat position, all of their hands began firmly
rubbing entirely too much sunscreen onto her upper stomach, the sides of
her breasts, down her sternum, and across her upper chest.  She started
giggling at the frantic, ridiculous attempt to get under her fingers and to
her tits.

   Madison's giggle quickly morphed into loud laughter as hands began
tickling her sides and stomach, while more hands tried to find an
opportunity at her tits.  She began to twist and wiggle under their touch.

   They were doing everything short of grabbing her arms and tearing them
away, so while the situation was growing desperate, she knew it was all in
good fun.  She knew if any of them were actually trying to grab her, they
would have been able to have their way about it fairly easily.

   Madison gasped and broke out into unrestrained laughter as Tom began
wrestling to slide his slippery hands under hers in what now seemed to be
an earnest attempt to get to her breasts.  Seizing the opportunity, Cal
managed to work one hand completely under hers, teasingly squeezing her
left tit for half a second, earning a squeal from Madison before she
twisted hard and reclaimed her hold.

   "What is wrong with you guys," Madison laughed nearly breathlessly. 
"You get to rub sunscreen literally everywhere else, but all you want are
my boobs!  Eeek!"

   An unidentified voice called out cheerfully from the crowd.  "Everywhere
else, huh?"

   Madison's laughter was momentarily cut by a gasp as a sunscreen-covered
hand slid quickly down her stomach towards her hips, and then plunged right
down the front of her bikini bottoms.  Wild waves of electricity jolted
through her entire body.

   Madison squirmed under the intrusion of the strong hand, twisting her
hips frantically to try to get away while still laughing uncontrollably,
but it held firm.  The hand cupped her smooth, shaved pussy and massaged
the sunscreen into her most intimate area at a slow, steady pace beneath
the fabric of her bikini, completing at least 6 or 7 powerful
back-and-forth motions.

   Madison was nearly stunned as shrieks cut in and out of her desperate
laughter, and her mind raced against the sensation, searching for the
proper reaction.  Then, Madison's eyes went wide as a new feeling surged
across her body.

   She felt her silky pussy lips part around a long finger as it ceased its
rubbing to explore the length of her slit.  The finger slowly dragged its
way along her sex, finally finding her tiny clit.  As the fingertip started
tracing a circle around her delicate, pink nub, she broke.

   Madison removed her hands from her tits and reached down to grab the
unidentified wrist that was lodged deep inside her bikini, pulling it out
with a surprising lack of resistance.  As the hand withdrew, the fingers
stretched out to get one last stroke up the length of her sunscreen-slick
pussy.

   Still laughing and gasping for air, Madison's vocalizations were drowned
out by the cheers of her four coworkers, as her desperate attempt to remove
the hand from her crotch had finally left her pert tits completely exposed.
After years of working together, they finally got to stare directly at her
bare tits.

   Barely.

   They weren't exposed for any more than a fraction of a second before a
frantic tangle of hands seized both of them, each man fighting with
excessive boldness to spread sunscreen over their young coworker's perfect
breasts.

   The pretense of applying sun protection quickly faded and was replaced
by firm grabbing and groping.  Some hands grasped her tits hard, digging
their fingers into the soft flesh, but they were knocked away by another
set of hands determined to knead them, or an errant set of fingers
attempting to swirl over one of Madison's light pink nipples.

   It only lasted a few seconds and tickled so much that Madison convulsed
in a dozen directions, but there were too many hands on her to escape.  No
one could grab her tits for very long before another hand pushed them away.

   She finally started calling out for them to stop through gasping, tired
laughs, and to her shock, they began to withdraw, and she quickly threw her
arms back over her breasts, sat up, and darted away to catch her breath,
her lungs burning as the last of her laughter waned.

   "That's enough, we're done!  I'm covered!" Madison kneeled in the sand
to catch her breath in deep wheezes.

   "Someone find my bikini top," she shouted as the last of the gasping
laughter left her lungs.

   The guys exchanged some chuckles, fist-bumps, and smiles that seemed to
be thanking their lucky stars, then set about looking.

   "Here it is," Phil shouted after only a few seconds of searching.  "I
must have tossed it up here, sorry about that."

   Phil approached Madison with an outstretched hand, offering the bikini
top which was covered in sand, seemingly confirming Phil's claims.  She
snatched it up quickly, turned away from the guys, and fixed the cups back
over her breasts.

   "Well, I think I'm good on sunscreen for the next year," Madison said
venomously, but with a slight grin as she walked back to the group and sat
on the cooler, still winded and sporting a face redder than any amount of
sun could cause.

   After a moment of catching her breath, Madison looked over her group of
coworkers with a smile and a raised eyebrow.

   "Sorry that got carried away again," Cal offered after an awkwardly
quiet few seconds.  "I hope you know we were just joking around, Madison."

   "No, it's my fault," Madison sighed.  "I shouldn't have been teasing you
guys with my top like that.  I knew it would lead to things getting out of
hand, just like the other day on the beach, and you did stop when I asked.
I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong idea."

   "You have nothing to apologize for, Madison," Larry quickly replied. 
"Let's chalk it up to all being in good fun and blame the alcohol for
anything else."

   Madison sat up from the cooler and lifted it open to search for a fresh
beverage.  She cracked one open and took a long drink.

   "Actually, let's just drink until we forget it," she said with another
embarrassed smile and a giggle.

   "So..." Phil said through a coy grin.  "I'm going to need some stronger
drinks, and there's still a lot of sun left today.  Should we head back to
the van?  I actually want to see a nude beach before the end of the day."

   "What do you mean?" Madison asked sheepishly as she adjusted her bikini
and smoothed her rustled hair.  "Isn't this the only one?"

   "Well, we're not technically at the nude beach," Cal confessed slowly.

   Madison shot him a confused look before surveying her other coworkers'
expressions, none of which seemed surprised.  All of them were smiling
conspiratorially.

   "It's more of a secluded beach," Cal clarified.  "The topless beach is
about ten miles up the same road.

   A flash of irritation flew across Madison's face, but thanks to a few
drinks, it was quickly replaced by a smile.

   "So what was the point of this stop?" Madison asked cautiously.

   "I guess you're just all prepped for the next stop, in case we get a
little more sun," Larry added with a warm smile, walking over to Madison
and rubbing her lower back vigorously.

   Madison was momentarily confused but then realized he was rubbing in
some of the sunscreen that still streaked her body from the beyond-copious
amounts the guys had just applied.  She giggled lightly.

   "I guess we'd better get going then," Madison chirped.  "But I fully
expect some of you to cross this off your bucket list since you so
graciously helped me today."

   Madison's smile twisted into more of an evil grin as she turned and
began walking in the direction of the van, an almost catwalk swing to her
step as she went along.  The guys all smiled, quickly grabbed their stuff,
and trotted along to catch up to her.

   As Madison charged ahead, she started the laborious, labyrinthian task
of figuring out exactly what she was going to tell Hugh after today.

   They're men.  They're all drunk.  Everyone was laughing the whole time,
and it probably just seemed like a joke in the moment.  There's no way
anyone was thinking about it too much, and it's not like anything really
happened.

   But if it was just a joke, why did they try to rub her clit?  Whose hand
was it?  If she hadn't stopped them, would they have actually gone as far
as fingering her?

   Madison felt an echo of the hand against her crotch as she pondered
this, and decided that it would be best not to overthink it.  But she would
be damned if she wasn't going to work out some revenge at the nude beach
later.

   Her mischievous grin returned.
   -End