I was on the beach and my purpose for the first time of any action was not involving the Silver Shields and the war against Mr. Lies but very simply to make arrangements for the pub’s annual beach party. It had been the one constant celebration that had been maintained through the years of the pubs existence and I was going to be damned if a little thing like a war was going to stop it. Besides this was a shadow war and the most dangerous time in this war was nighttime although the enemy had thralls and minions that operated during the day. The thing is I was going to have this beach party come what may. We needed it to remind ourselves that there were good things in life and that the war was not going to stop us from celebrating them.
I was on the part of our beach in my city that was indeed clothing optional and so as I moved about I saw nakedness everywhere but that was not my concern. The problem was that the clothing option part of the beach was even more popular than ever and I was wondering if we were going to find the room to set up our canopy and other stuff for the celebration. I wanted to make sure we had the room but not be a pig about it either.
While I was pondering these things and trying to figure out I saw her sitting in her long chair. She was not a standout because she was gorgeous although she had nice curves. probably the nicest on the beach, but because she was the only one ‘dressed’ on the beach. True, her dress was nothing more than what resembled something slightly more than three postage stamps, some dental floss, a hat over her red hair and sunglasses but she was clearly the only one that had something of clothes on this “clothing optional beach”. I also knew by this ‘clothing’ she was the one I needed to talk to about my pavilion as she was the beach manager. I was told I couldn’t miss her as she would be the only one with a bikini on.
I approached her, “I hope you are the beach manager I am looking for, I need to reserve some space on the 4th for a beach party.”
The woman continued to lay back in her beach chair but she raised her sunglasses and looked me up and down with her green stopping briefly when she reached my male parts. I then suddenly realized that I was naked. Honestly, I had forgotten I had shed my clothes at the edge of the beach and it suddenly dawned on me that I was more conscious of other people’s nudity than my own. Probably the first time for that.
“You must be the barkeep of that theology pub down the road.”
“Yes, I am.”
“Well, you will have your space, I have a great deal of respect for what you have done in this town so I will make sure of it.”
“Thanks, when can we arrive to set up?”
“If you want the day before when night comes. I will stake out the spot.”
“Wow, that was easy.”
She smiled a disarming smile.
“My job to make everyone comfortable. Would you have the time?”
I had kept my watch on and replied that it was slightly after 5pm.
“Good I was tired of wearing this bikini and I am now off the clock, could you give me a hand undoing my clasp?”
With that she sat up on the edge of her long beach chair and turned so her back was facing me. I moved forward and unclasped her top careful to not touch her skin. She then stood up and lost her bottoms around her ankles and then stepped out. she gathered both and tossed them under her chair then laid face down on her chair.
“Thank you. If there anything else.”
I gulped and indicated the negative.
“Miss, could you tell me why you wear a bikini on the clock? Seems an odd way to do things on a clothing optional beach.”
“My name is Rose, and it was the only guaranteed way of identifying myself on this beach, there are very few people on it that actually wear clothes of any kind and certainly if they do it is only bottoms. It is the bikini top that actually I never see here.”
“No Problem and Thank You for being a gentleman .”
“My pleasure” and then I turned and started to walk away.
I turned back around to face her.
“Tell your wife she is a lucky woman, you’re the first man that hasn’t tried to hit on me all day.”
“Your also the first man I have had a conversation with on this beach all day that hasn’t gotten aroused. Your self-control is pretty amazing.”
“Oh, I just spend a lot of time with naked people, My pub Is clothing optional too. Besides the only one that gets me going much any more is Tequila my wife.”
She looked at me and then pulled her glasses back down and lay back down. I promptly then turned back around and walked hurriedly back to my clothes. My self-control may be amazing, but it is brief. I suddenly felt a very present need to get home and climb in bed with my wife.
Welcome to All Things Rabyd, your friendly neighborhood ‘clothing optional’ theology pub. I, the Rabyd Theologian and your bartender, thank you for stopping by. Please drink your theology responsibly or have a designated driver to get you home. Please tip your waitress and they might give you a kiss on the cheek. Just remember life is short so enjoy it. Blessings and Cheers!