At the age of twenty-seven I decided that all work and no fun was wearing on my mind and body. I live near the ocean in Southern California but I have never spent much time at the beach.
I took a day off work and drove to a quiet stretch of beach where I put down my towel, stripped down to my old one piece swimming suit and snuggled down to read a good book. Soon the beach started to bustle with activity as more people arrived, including many surfers.
I spent more time people watching then reading my book. I could not believe how many women wore very skimpy bikinis, even women much older than me. I made a mental note to go bikini shopping tomorrow.
I was fascinated with watching the surfers move swiftly through the water while riding the crashing surf. I was also surprised to see how many female surfers seemingly having no problem handling their large boards.
A short time later a petite girl carrying a long board took a spot next to me on the beach. As she waxed her board she said Hi to me and we chatted while she worked. I asked her how hard it was to ride a surfboard. She laughed and said if you have balance and you're limber its very easy. She told me her name was Jill and if I wanted I could go into the water with her and she'd show me the basics.
After about an hour Jill said that I was a natural surfer but that it would be a good idea if I took some lessons or attended a surf camp. I asked Jill what a surf camp was, she said it's a four day school/party at the beach where you sleep in a tent at night and surf or talk surfing all day. In fact, Jill's dad was sponsoring a camp in two weeks at a private beach up the coast. Later as she was leaving she gave me her phone number and told me to call her if I was interested in going to the camp as she could get me a discount.
The next day I called Jill and told her that I wanted to attend the surf camp. She was very happy that I called and said that she would get it all setup. Jill told me that all I needed to bring to camp were towels, sunscreen, clothing for the cooler nights and numerous bikinis as that is the dress code all day every day.
As I hung up from my call to Jill, I remembered that I was going shopping for a new bikini today and now it looked like I'd need to buy more than one. I drove to the mall and shopped for hours in all the major brand chain stores and still didn't have a single suit. As I drove down Highway 1 in a small beach city I saw a little hole in the wall bikini shop that had cute bright colored suits hanging everywhere outside. I parked and went inside to check out the suits.
I selected five bikinis and went into the dressing room to try them on. To my surprise the dressing room was one big room lined with mirrors, there were no curtains or any type of privacy offered. Lucky for me I was the only customer in the store at the time.
The store clerk was in the dressing room cleaning the mirrors as I slowly undressed to try on the bikinis. I took my shirt and pants off without a problem but hesitated a moment before taking my bra off hoping the clerk might leave. Finally knowing that she wasn't going to leave I unhooked my bra, slid the straps off my shoulders allowing the cups to fall from my 38C breasts and dropped the bra to the floor. I quickly put the bikini top on followed by the bottoms which I put on over my panties for sanitary reasons.
I heard the clerk say that I didn't need to wear my panties as the store cleans all the suits after they have been tried on. Now I really felt embarrassed and took off the bottoms and my panties. As I was pulling the bikini bottoms back on I looked up and there was the clerk standing right next to me looking at my semi nude body.
As I looked in the mirror I thought WOW, I look good, I guess all that time I spent in the gym and all those diets really paid off. The bikini fit perfectly, I felt so sexy in the first suit which was a simple standard bikini that I went back to the rack and got some skimpy string bikinis to try.
The clerk brought me two suits to try on, saying that with my body I'd look hot in these. One was a black thong back and the other was an orange g-string suit with more strings than fabric. The clerk then helped me takeoff the last suit I had on and assisted me with the strings of the G-string suit. This cute clerk never touched me as she helped me into the sexy suits but my just knowing that she could see every inch of my naked body made me tingle with excitement inside and made my nipples harden. The orange suit was so small that my pubic hairs showed from all sides of the tiny triangle of fabric, the clerk said' Looks like somebody needs a bikini shave".
I bought four bikinis including both the thong and g-string. I went home and put the orange g-string bottom on again and decided to trim my pubes down till the suit covered them. I soaped up my pubes and slowly shaved off little by little of my blonde curls until "oops" there was nothing left. I rinsed off my now bald pubic mound and checked out my handy work in the mirror.
