This is a true story from an event that occured earlier this summer.

It was quite an eventful day at the beach with my wife. We chose Monday, hoping for fewer people, and set up our spot in the shade. Changing rooms were a bit of a walk from where we settled, so I quickly changed behind some bushes into my swim shorts. My wife, having a one-piece swim dress, found it trickier. She didn’t want to walk to the change rooms either, so she decided to change behind the bushes with my help holding a towel for her.

While she was changing, I noticed a couple of guys passing by who saw what was happening, but I didn’t mention it to her. They seemed to move on quickly, likely forgetting about it. After a few hours of fun, it was time to leave, and the beach had gotten busier. I had already changed back by wrapping a towel around my waist, but my wife was waiting for me to finish my pizza slice to hold the towel for her.

Growing anxious, she wrapped the towel around her top, slid her swimsuit down to her waist, and put on a t-shirt. She seemed more comfortable, but when I was about to hold the towel for her, she pulled down her swimsuit completely. I was surprised and asked, "What's going on? You know you're not wearing anything under, right? And there are people behind you." She replied confidently, "I know, I just realized that my t-shirt is long enough."

However, she didn’t realize that her t-shirt wasn’t as long as she thought. It barely covered her butt, leaving no room for bending or sitting. As she reached for her underwear, I noticed more than she would have expected, clearly unaware of her exposure.

This part of the story ends here. It is open ended from this point. I would like to hear about your imagination on how the story proceeds from here. I can send a photo of her in that swimsuit if anyone wants to visualize.