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TEENS STRIP SEARCHED IN PUBLIC

“We’re not supposed to be doing this,” Ashley whispered, even though there was no one else around. The other passengers were down at the surf line while Ashley and her sister Beth wandered near the far edge of the beach, close to the part where the sand ended and the deep jungle began. Their cruise ship sat idly off the coast, a glittering white vessel surrounded by blue-green water.

“But if they don’t catch us, it won’t matter,” Beth replied. She squatted down and ran her fingers over the soft sand, then stood up again and adjusted her bikini. It was the pink and green one, the one that showed tons of cleavage and barely covered her ass. Not that Beth needed to wear skimpy outfits to get attention—with her curly brown hair, big blue eyes, and killer body, men would’ve stared at her even if she was wearing a burlap sack with a head hole cut in it—but the 20-year-old loved teasing the boys, so she milked her hot body for all it was worth.

Her sister Ashley, on the other hand, barely got any attention from guys. She had just turned 18 but was still as slim and athletic as a young girl, with practically no curves at all. She had the same brown hair and blue eyes as Beth, but her face wasn’t nearly as pretty. She wore one-piece swimsuits and barely any makeup, and had spent most of the time during the cruise hiding under an umbrella by the pool with her nose stuck in a book.

Ashley shaded her eyes and stared at the other passengers to see what they were doing. About two dozen of them had come to the beach while the rest of the group went into town to shop for souvenirs. Ashley and Beth were already tired of the shabby island markets with their cheap trinkets and ugly t-shirts, so they went to explore the beach instead. It also gave them a chance to get away from their parents, who had smothered them with attention during their yearly family vacation. Now that Ashley and Beth were both in college, spending an entire week with their parents was the worst form of torture. Even the beauty of the Caribbean wasn’t enough of a distraction, because by now all the little islands looked exactly alike to the girls.

They had already seen tons of beaches, but this one was different. Their activity director told the group that this beach was home to a special type of hermit crab that lived in gorgeous red seashells only found in this area. The shells were beautiful, but also protected by local laws. Tourists could take photos of them if they spied one, but it was illegal to remove one from the beach. That didn’t stop Beth, though, who was determined to find one of the rare shells and sneak it back to the ship.

The older girl was wandering slowly with her hands on her hips, eyes down, scanning the sand for the red shells. Ashely watched her sister for a moment, insanely jealous of Beth’s grapefruit-sized tits and perfect ass, then she crossed her arms over her flat chest and walked in the opposite direction. Beth could do whatever she wanted, but Ashley was ready to go back to the ship. This stupid beach was boring. She was ready to dive back under that pool umbrella with her book, and—ouch! Ashley winced as she stepped on something hard and spiky. She peered down and saw a torpedo-shaped red shell half-buried in the sand, its pointed end sticking up.

Ashley looked back over her shoulder. Beth was twenty feet away, facing the opposite direction. If she called to her sister, everybody else in the group—including the ship’s activities director and the local guide who had met them at the beach—would know what they were up to. Besides, Ashley didn’t want to be an accessory to something illegal. Beth could steal as many protected shells as she wanted, but there was no way Ashley was going to point them out to her older sister.

The girl had carried her phone with her to take pictures. Trying not to draw attention, she aimed it at the sand, zoomed in, and snapped off several photos of the shell.

“What are you doing?” Beth asked.

Ashely jumped, because she hadn’t heard the other girl come up behind her. “Nothing. I just—”

“Nothing my ass!” Beth said, roughly pushing her sister aside. “Holy shit, you found one! Were you gonna keep it for yourself and not even tell me about it? I can’t believe you!”

“Keep your voice down,” Ashley warned, but it was too late. A few people from the group were peering over to see what the girls were up to.

“Here, stand in front of me,” Beth ordered, taking her sister by the arms and arranging her like a human wall. “Pretend I’m adjusting my bikini or something.” Beth ducked behind her sister, fiddled with the waistband of her bikini bottoms, then squatted down and grabbed the shell. When she stood up again, it was clutched tightly in her fist.

The activities director, a short middle-aged man named Bob who wore white shorts and a white t-shirt, had wandered in their direction. “Everything okay, girls?” he called out.

“Yeah, we’re fine,” Beth replied, flashing a smile as she stepped out from behind Ashley. “Just got a little sand in my swimsuit, that’s all.”

“Well, come join the group,” the man said. “It’s time to head back.”

Beth giggled as she and Ashley followed after him. “This is so fucking cool!”

“If anybody notices—”

“Just shut up, okay? Nobody’s gonna see it!”

But as they reached the group, a chill went down Ashley’s spine. The local guide, a young dark-skinned islander named Melvin, was asking the passengers to turn their pockets inside-out before they boarded the small shuttle boat that would take them back to the ship. “My apologies, friends,” he said with an embarrassed grin, “but we can’t have any of our beloved shells following you home.”

“Fucking shit!” Beth mumbled. The shell was so long that its pointy end poked out of her fist. There was no way to hide all of it, even if she kept her fist closed. And if Melvin asked her to open her hands, she was dead for sure. “Here, you take it,” she told Ashley, bumping her closed fist into her sister’s leg.

“No way!” Ashley hissed under her breath.

“Come on! I don’t have any place to put it!”

“Neither do I! Just drop it and kick some sand over it. There’s no way to sneak it onboard!”

But instead, Beth huffed and shoved the shell down the back of her bikini bottom. It was shaped roughly like a tube of lipstick and stood out clearly beneath the thin fabric, but Beth put her hands behind her back and did her best to hide the obvious bulge.

Melvin gave each passenger a quick, friendly inspection then smiled and thanked each one. His smile grew extra wide when he reached Beth, the young man’s eyes crawling all over the girl’s exposed skin. “Okay girls, no bags, no pockets, nothing in your hands?” Beth and Ashley both shook their heads and held out their hands, palms up. The guide nodded and was about to turn away when he stopped and frowned. It was impossible to ignore Beth’s firm, peach-shaped ass inside the skimpy bikini, but there was something odd about it as well. “I’m sorry, miss, but could you please turn around?”

Beth blinked and swallowed hard. “Wh-why?” The guide leaned forward and tried to peer behind the girl’s back, but Beth backed away from him. “What the hell’s wrong with you?” she stammered. “Are you some kind of pervert?”

“What’s that in your bathing suit, miss?” the guide asked, his smile gone now.

Beth snorted. “Don’t you wish you knew! Now get away from me before—”

“Is there a problem?” Bob asked, raising his eyebrows as he looked from Beth to the guide.

Melvin ignored the activities director, then shouted Hey! so loud that Beth and Ashley both jumped. He was looking past them and waving an arm in the air, trying to get someone’s attention. The sisters turned and saw another young islander, this one wearing a khaki uniform, jogging toward them from the small security hut at the dock where the shuttle boat was tied off. He was some type of guard, and sand flew up behind his feet as he dashed toward the girls. When he reached the group, Melvin rattled off something in his island language while pointing at Beth’s ass the whole time.

The security guard frowned at Beth. “You taking something from the beach?” he asked in a heavy accent. “No taking shells. It’s forbidden.”

“You’re both crazy!” Beth said. “I don’t have anything!”

The security guard twirled a finger in a circular motion. “Turn around so we can make sure.”

“No way! This is outrageous! I’m gonna get you both fired for this!”

Ashley leaned toward her sister and muttered, “Just do it, for god’s sake!”

Now the security guard looked at Ashley. “You know something about it? This girl stealing shells?”

“Mom and dad are gonna kill you!” Ashley told her sister. “Just do what they say!”

Beth rolled her eyes and flapped her hands in the air. “Fine! Whatever!” She shoved a hand down the back of her bikini bottoms and yanked out the shell, then threw it on the sand at the guard’s feet. “There! Now you’ve got your stupid shell back! Are you happy now?”

Both Melvin and the security guard had grim looks on their faces. “This is very serious,” the security guard said. The guide nodded and added, “The fine for stealing shells from this beach is very high. Do you have the money to pay it?”

“But I didn’t steal anything!” Beth shouted, pointing at the ground. “There’s your damn shell right there!”

Bob raised both hands, palms out. “Please, gentleman, can’t we forget about this now that she’s returned the shell?” He cast a nervous glance at the rest of the cruise ship’s passengers, who stood in a cluster a few yards away. Some shook their heads in disbelief while others just chuckled at Beth’s stupidity.

“You might not take this seriously, but we do,” Melvin answered. “These shells are protected by law. If you steal one, you pay a fine.”

“But she didn’t actually remove it from the beach,” the activities director pointed out.

“How do we know you don’t have more?” Melvin asked Beth.

“Because I don’t, you idiot!”

“Beth, shut up!” Ashley hissed.

“We need to search you,” Melvin said.

Beth’s eyes opened wide. “No fucking way!”

Melvin and the security guard had a short, rapid-fire conversation in the local language, then Melvin repeated, “We need to search you. If not, we’ll have to call the police. Then you will be arrested, and you will definitely have to pay the fine before you’re allowed to leave the island.”

The activities director laughed nervously. “Come on, guys, can’t you give her a break? Our ship is supposed to leave in four hours.”

“If she has no more shells, she can leave right now,” Melvin said.

Bob shook his head and sighed. “I don’t think you have a choice,” he told Beth.

“Again, no fucking way!”

“Just do it!” Ashley barked, ready for the ordeal to be over.

Melvin turned to the security guard. “Call the police. We can’t do this all day.”

The guard nodded and pulled out his cell phone, but Beth yelled Stop! She stared at the sand, her mind reeling. There was no way she was allowing these creeps to haul her off to some island jail. Who knew what would happen once she got there? And how long would she have to wait until her parents came to bail her out? She might spend hours sitting there in her bikini while the police drooled over her the entire time. Plus, her mom and dad would absolutely kill her for this. Better to get it over with now and get back to the ship before the situation got a lot worse.

Beth ran both hands through her dark hair then said, “Okay, you win.” She held her arms over her head and turned in a slow circle, giving Melvin and the guard a good look at her body. Both men had open lust in their eyes, and the other passengers from the ship were enjoying the view of Beth’s body as well. “See? There’s nothing else.”

Melvin laughed bitterly. “You’re asking us to trust you? Like I said, you must be searched.”

“But I don’t—where would I hide anything? Look at me, you can see I don’t have any more of your stupid shells!”

“Hands over your head again,” the guard ordered, in a voice so sharp that Beth obeyed without hesitating. “Now turn around.” The girl turned her back to him, and the guard squatted down and put both hands on one of Beth’s ankles then dragged them slowly upward. “Hey! Cut it out!” she bawled, looking back over her shoulder. “I’m wearing a fucking bikini, for god’s sake! You can see my whole fucking body!”

The guard ignored her, running his hands all the way up her thighs until the fingers of one hand were pressed to the warm spot between her legs. Beth yelped in surprise, but then the guard switched legs and started at the other ankle, once again sliding his hands all the way up Beth’s leg until one hand was rubbing the girl’s pussy through the thin material of her bikini. Then he stood up and put his hands on Beth’s waist, barking out “Stand still!” when she flinched. The girl stood there shivering as the guard ran his hands up her sides then over her tits, pausing to give each one a rough squeeze.

“Turn around!” the guard bellowed, and Beth obeyed. Her lip quivered as she stood there facing the men and the two dozen other passengers from the ship, not to mention her kid sister. But Ashley didn’t seem bothered at all, and was actually thrilled to see her stuck-up sister humiliated in public like this.

The guard looked Beth in the eye and barked, “Now strip!”

Beth’s arms flew down to cover herself. “What?!”

“Gentlemen, please—” Bob stammered.

“She could have more shells tucked away somewhere,” Melvin said. “We must be certain.”

“No!” Beth yelled, tears in her eyes now. “I’m not doing it!”

Melvin sighed, looking almost bored now. “If you’re arrested, the police will do it themselves. They will take your swimsuit away for inspection, and you will probably sit in your cell naked for the rest of the day. Would you prefer that instead?”

Beth looked at Bob, pleading, but the little man only shrugged. He had been watching the girl flounce around in her bikini for days, and the thought of seeing her naked was already making him hard. Beth then turned to her sister, but Ashley shrugged too and said, “Do you really want to go to jail? Just show them you don’t have any more shells so we can get back on the damn boat.”

Oh my god. I can’t believe I’m doing this! Fighting back tears, Beth slowly peeled off her bikini top. She kept one arm over her tits, though, then used the other hand to push her bikini bottoms down to her ankles. Melvin, Bob, and the others caught a glimpse of her dark bush before she clamped a hand over it, then the girl angrily kicked her swimsuit across the sand toward the men.

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NAKED IN THE BEACH SHOP 

A true tale overheard in my yoga class! This woman and her husband (I’ll call them Susan and Bill) just came back from a summer vacation at a little beach town in Croatia. Susan said the town was very small and quaint, very rustic, not at all like the crazy beach towns here in America. Lots of family-run hotels, restaurants, and shops, and plenty of nice relaxing beaches.

One day Susan and Bill were walking through the village, doing some shopping. It was late afternoon, and since most people were still at the beach, the shops were pretty empty. They stopped at a little store across the street from the ocean that was selling bathing suits, hats, sun dresses, suntan lotion, and all the other things you would expect. Susan saw a sundress there that she really loved, but the style was unusual and she wanted to make sure it looked good on her before she bought it.

Susan asked if she could try it on, but the man running the shop said there were no dressing rooms. She asked if he had a bathroom she could use instead, and he said that everyone used the public one across the street near the beach. Susan figured he was telling the truth because the store was tiny, about the size of one room in her house. She then asked the man if she could return the dress if she bought it, tried it on in her hotel room, and didn’t like it. He said no flat-out, because apparently it’s unheard of to return items to stores in a lot of the Eastern European countries, especially in small towns like this one.

Susan was really frustrated because she liked the dress but didn’t want to buy it without trying it on. She and Bill browsed through the shop for a few minutes, then Susan came up with an idea. The store had floor to ceiling windows on both the front and back, but there was a row of clothing racks running down the middle of the floor space, so the back of the store was blocked off from the front pretty well. The windows in back had a row of shelves and display racks in front of them about five feet high, and through the glass above them Susan saw nothing but a brick wall, which she guessed was the rear of another building.

Since there was no one else in the shop, Susan asked the man working there if he would lock the door for a minute so she could try on the dress in the back corner of the store. Bill was a pretty big guy, and he would stand in front of her to give her some extra cover while she dressed and undressed. She said it would only take a minute to slip her own sundress off and try the new one on. The man laughed like Susan was crazy, but he must have wanted the sale because he said it was okay. Or maybe he was hoping to sneak a peek at Susan while she changed, because she’s really cute. She’s one of those women who’s 40 but looks 30, and she’s got dark hair and eyes and quite a nice body.

The man locked the door and stood beside it, and Susan and Bill went to the rear corner of the store. Bill stood in front of Susan with his back to her, so he could keep an eye on the shopkeeper and also make sure the man didn’t let anyone else inside. Susan slipped off her dress, feeling really weird to be standing in a public place like that in just her panties. She pulled the new sundress on, but there was no mirror in the shop so she was trying to use her sunglasses, the screen on her cell phone, and every other shiny thing in sight to get a look at herself.

Susan wasn’t thrilled with the sundress, but she figured since the man in charge wasn’t complaining, and no other customers were trying to come in, she might as well try on one or two more. She browsed through the racks and found two more dresses she liked, then stripped off the one she was wearing and spent about five minutes changing in and out of the other two. She liked the last one best and decided to buy it, so she hung it back on its hanger and asked Bill to hold it for her. He turned around to take it from her—Susan hadn’t put her own dress back on yet, and stood there in just her panties—and Bill’s eyes shot open wide as he looked over Susan’s shoulder. On the other side of the window, only about five feet from where they were standing, a group of men were staring down at Susan with smiles on their faces. Only their heads and shoulders were visible above the shelves and display cases pushed up against the windows, but they had a clear view of Susan standing there in all her glory. One of them was holding up a cell phone and grinning at the screen, so he must have snapped off a few pictures.

Susan got dressed so fast she ripped one of the straps on her sundress. While she was paying for the new dress, the shop employee explained that there was an alley between his store and the next building that the locals used as a shortcut to get to the beach. Susan had no idea how many people had passed by while she was changing in and out of the dresses, or how long the group of men had been standing there. When Susan asked the shop employee why he didn’t tell her about the alley earlier, he just shrugged and said something about his English not being very good—but he said it with a huge smile on his face!

As Susan and Bill left the store, they came face to face with the group of men, who had just turned the corner. The men gave Susan a nice round of applause and her face went beet red as she and Bill hurried away!