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 �>�Tammy at the Seaside

   This is a short story about a young lady called Tammy (not her real
name, but definitely one I would have chosen for her) that I knew some
years ago.  I only stretched the truth a little in this story, but it's
essentially something that really happened.  Recently, Biker has created a
couple of drawings of her at his web site, I suggest you check it out to
see a little bit more of her.

   Before I start, there are a couple of things you need to know about
Tammy, which will may help explain why things were the way they were. 
Tammy had two younger brothers.  Her father was into sports, and outdoor
life, and Tammy grew up being very tomboyish in her interests and
attitudes. She never learned to get out of cars in the elegant, knees
together, move they teach at deportment classes.  She just threw one leg
out, followed by the other.

   This becomes more interesting when you combine it with the 2nd little
piece of insider info I -(TM)m about to give you: she never wore underwear,
and usually wore dresses that showed a lot of leg, either by length or
because of open buttons.  Never is actually an exaggeration.  She sometimes
wore a bra, to emphasize her cleavage in low cut (or unbuttoned) tops, but
never anything below the waist.  She rationalized this by saying she got
too hot, but those privileged to see her in action were sure of some
ulterior motives!

   We used to hang out at a particular pub, and amongst our coterie of
friends was a divorced man with 4 kids.  He used to get custody of these
guys once in a while, and one day we decided to take them to the seaside as
a treat.  We borrowed a minivan, rounded up the gang and headed off to the
coast.  Tammy was wearing a skimpy white halter neck top with ties at the
back.  Her nipples were poking through quite prominently, and Jerry -(TM)s
older boys were staring at these pretty intently.  She was also wearing one
of her favorite skirts: a floor length denim affair, with buttons from hem
to waist.  Now, when most girls wear floor length skirts, you wouldn -(TM)t
expect to see too much.  Not so with Tammy, she had it unbuttoned to high
on the thigh, so climbing into the van she gave us all a good flash.  As
she settled into the driver -(TM)s seat (she was the designated driver) the
rest of us sorted out the best position to watch her legs as she worked
pedals placed conveniently far apart.

   After all too short a journey, we got to the coast, and picked out a
place to make camp.It was a brilliant, hot day, and we were soon getting
ready for a swim.  Tammy had brought a bikini bottom in her purse, and
simply pulled it on under her skirt giving several great flashes in the
process.  She opened the last few buttons on her skirt, and let it fall to
the ground.  The bikini bottom was tiny, with tie sides, and only came part
way up her bum, so now we had both top and bottom cleavage to admire.  With
a laugh she ran off to the water, and dove in.

   When she stood up again, we saw the effect on her clothing.  The white
top had become virtually transparent, and her pert nipples poked through
the clingy material leaving nothing to the imagination.  The drag of the
water had pulled down the loosely fitting bottoms, so those behind got a
full view of her buttocks, and those in front (like me) a view of her
profuse pubic hair.  It took her a few seconds to realize the slippage
before she pulled up the briefs.  This became one of the ongoing challenges
of the day, and each pull up loosened the ties a little more making the
slippages more frequent.  Of more concern now though was her top.

    -�I need this for later -� she said,  -�when we go to the pub.  I
-(TM)ll need to dry it off, -� she continued, undoing the ties in full view
of the beach and seemingly oblivious to their stares.

   She placed it on a rock to dry.  When she arrived at the pub earlier,
Tammy had had her hair tied back with a scarf.  She now proceeded to make a
jury rigged top from the scarf, asking me to tie it behind her back.

   Of course, I didn -(TM)t want to hurt her, or tear the scarf, so my knot
wasn -(TM)t too tight.When she turned around, I could see that the scarf
barely covered her breasts, either in size or in opaqueness.  It was
probably more interesting than if she had been naked.  It was also apparent
that any strenuous movement would cause the top to slip, so of course, the
1st thing we did was rope Tammy into a game of beach volleyball.

   The first time she reached up for a block, her breasts jumped out of the
top, which ended up around her hips making it look like she was just
wearing a one-piece.  As she was adjusting the top, Jerry leaped up on the
other side of the net, and spiked the ball onto Tammy -(TM)s head, causing
her to let go of the top, and down it dropped again.  After about 3 points,
Tammy realized that she couldn -(TM)t play volleyball and keep the top on,
so with a little encouragement her 2nd top joined the 1st on the rock, and
she played topless.  A small crowd started to gather, and I don -(TM)t
think it had anything to do with our volleyball ability ?

   Without the distraction of the errant top, Tammy -(TM)s contribution to
the game improved.  We got into several long rallies, and during these
Tammy -(TM)s briefs would slip down, giving the interested spectators some
insights into the finer points of volleyball and female anatomy.  Finally,
after a fiercely contested match, we lost (I was on Tammy -(TM)s team). 
Before the match, we had agreed that the losers would buy ice creams for
the winners, and so Tammy and I set of for the promenade.

   I pointed out to Tammy that she was still not wearing a top, and several
people looked at me as if to say  -�why did you have to point that out? -�
as Tammy seemed to not notice, or more likely not care.

    -�Oh sod it, -� said Tammy,  -�I think everyone on the beach has seen
my tits by now, going to the ice cream van isn -(TM)t going to show
anything more than people have already seen -�.

   The spectators seemed relieved, and we set off across the beach, and up
the steps to the promenade, where the ice cream van was parked.  Did I
mention that the tide was coming in?

   Anyway, we got to the van, and bought the 8 ice creams.  Tammy carried
4, and I had the others.  Now, as I had mentioned, the ties on Tammy -(TM)s
bikini briefs were not the most secure things in the world, and, as we
headed back to the beach, she brushed against a stroller in the ice cream
line.  It was a very innocuous incident, but as Tammy moved on, the briefs
didn -(TM)t, and she walked on, licking her ice cream oblivious to the fact
that she was now almost completely naked.  And her sandals didn -(TM)t
exactly hide anything critical!

   I don -(TM)t know if she knew that she had lost the bikini bottoms.  She
swears blind that she didn -(TM)t notice, and that the first time she
realized that she was now bottomless as well as topless was when she had
delivered the ice cream to the gang.  By then she had walked down the steps
and across the beach, and looked around for our friends as the advancing
tide had dictated a move further up the shore.

   Once we found them, Tammy put her skirt back on & sat down on the
blanket.  With her legs pulled up the mostly unbuttoned skirt still didn
-(TM)t cover anything and again, it was debatable as to which created the
greater impact: total nudity, or the near nudity revealed by the open
skirt. It was about now that Tammy remembered her top & scarf sitting on
the rock and made the horrible discovery that the tide had covered the
rock, and her clothing was no longer to be seen.  When our friends had
moved their base camp to escape the tide, they had picked everything from
the blankets and the immediate area, but Tammy -(TM)s clothes on the rock
had gone unnoticed.  So they say.

   Right about now, Tammy had a little tantrum, mostly due to all the guys
declining her request to borrow a t-shirt, or some other cover, and stormed
off to the minivan.  At this point she couldn -(TM)t care less that she
walked topless to the car park, and when we followed a few minutes later
she was sitting sulking behind the wheel.

   I think more than a few people were surprised seeing Tammy driving back
to town topless.  And perhaps even more were surprised when we stopped at a
country pub for a pint or two in the beer garden.  By now Tammy had calmed
down a little, and the with some cider inside her, brazenly completed the
topless drive home after dropping people off.

   Truth be told, I think she was more than a little turned on by the
attention she got, and so was I.  We had a pretty good evening.
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