My eyes linger on the skimpy fabric in front of me. I can't even focus on the weird looks I'm getting in the changing room because I'm so embarrassed of what I'm about to do. God only knows how my friends managed to convince me into doing something so blatantly stupid, and now I can't even manage to go through with it!
Taking a deep breath, I shrug out of my clothes, nervously covering myself even in front of other women. But I'm here for fun, aren't I? At least, that's the excuse I've been using up to this point. The red silk of the thong in front of me, matched with a string top, only serves to make my cheeks flush from the though of actually wearing them. At the very least, I suppose, it will finally get me some damn attention.
Without giving myself another moment to hesitate, I snatch up the revealing swimwear and pull them on, striding out of the changing room before I can rethink anything. The bright sunlight shines down from above, and the men around me all pause to look at my nearly naked figure. Certainly doesn't help that the skimpy fabric of the string top and thong look overtaxed already - looks like I bought them a size too small. My tits are threatening to spill out with every step, and my ass jiggles far too enticingly without anything to cover it.
I lower my head to try and ignore the stares I'm receiving, headign off towards the first attraction that catches my eyes: