Invite him to sunscreen your back.
From Create Your Own Story
Status: Clothed & Sexy
You smile and nod the guy over, handing him the tube, and presenting him your back. He doesn't waste any time coming to you.
You hold your hair out of the way as he rubs lotion into your back a little too quickly and forcefully. After a minute or so, he asks "You want me to go around the straps?"
You say nothing, but instead reach back, and untie the top. It's on so tight it nearly pops off, but you use your elbows to hold it in place.
"What the hell are you doing?" a female voice screeches behind you. You turn around suddenly, to find a girl in a one piece bearing down on the two of you. You hastily tie your top back on, as she is almost on top of you.
She scowls at the guy, and he backs away. "I leave you alone for a minute, and you can't keep yourself away from the first piece of meat that shows up? You are such a pig!"
You open your mouth to apologize but she is on you quick. "And you, you shameless slut, running around here almost naked, thinking you can have any guy you want!"
You stand, and she leaps on top of you, scratching and biting and pulling your hair. At first you try to defend yourself, but when she doesn't let up, you fight back.
You've gotten quite an audience when she takes hold of your top tie, and opens it. Your tits explode out. Some guys cheer, others are hushed by their girls.
You try to take off her suit, but it is streamlined and does not present convenient hand-holds.
Before you know what happened, she unties your bottoms. Suddenly, you are alone, naked on the sand, and she is standing over you, a piece of your suit in each hand.
Smiling evilly, she says, "So, you like it when guys pay attention to you? Well now they won't be able to stop!"
You jump up and try to get the pieces from her, but she throws them in two different directions, where they are scooped up by two different girls - the ones who scowled at you while their boyfriends ogled you.
You blush, and try to cover yourself, while running after a piece of your suit, but the girls start a game of keep away.
"Look, a streaker!" a girl shouts.
"Somebody better call the cops!" another cries.
You want to cry, but instead you:
