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the beach and threw off her sarong and stood smiling at Emma for a second. Emma knew what was coming next.
    ‘It’s freezing, Sally!’
    But there was no stopping her. Sally dashed past her and bounded through the shallows, squealing like a five-year-old. Then she paused, hopped around in circles, her hands clasped under her chin, forearms pressing her breasts.
    ‘It’s not so bad when you’re in,’ Sally shouted toEmma over the sound of the waves. She was smiling broadly. ‘Really, it’s quite warm!’
    Emma laughed, more at Sally’s facial expression than the obvious lies she was spouting.
    ‘Come on out, Sally!’ Emma shouted back. ‘I won’t tell anyone. It’s too cold.’
    ‘But it’s lovely, come on in , Emma!’
    ‘Not a chance.’
    Sally was walking backwards, her eyes tightly shut now, arms still pressed to her breast, her deeply tanned body set against the white foaming waves rolling in behind her. The setting sun lit her up. The further back she went the larger the waves. They crashed round her calves, then thighs and then higher. She squealed and bounced up and down. Having had enough cold water torture, she turned her back on Emma and faced the ocean again. Emma watched with some admiration as she dived into the next wave. Sally swam under the water quite a way then surfaced only to dive under again as another wave rolled in. The two dives had loosened her bikini. When she stood up the top was around her waist.
    ‘Strapless. Well, at least it looks good,’ Sally shouted, swinging the bikini top around so she could unhook it easily. She strode out throughthe shallows towards Emma. ‘It cost a fortune too!’ She rolled it into a ball and threw it to her. Then, after a hasty scan of the beach, stepped out of her bottoms and threw those to her friend as well.
    ‘You have the look of a naughty schoolgirl,’ said Emma.
    ‘You know that look well,’ answered the nudist. Sally struck a pose, a Marilyn Monroe special, knees together slightly bent, and her arms above her head.
    Emma grinned.
    ‘Come on, Emma, take off your clothes,’ she said.
    Emma shook her head.
    The cooling breeze on Sally’s wet skin gave her goosebumps from head to toe. She turned cartwheels in the shallows to celebrate. Being naked was a buzz. The cool air rushing over her whole body, but more specifically over that one place rarely exposed to the outside world. For her, public nudity was a sexual act. A potent one. Had a man appeared, any man, she’d have been his, there, on the beach, in front of Emma. But only if he had intuited her willingness fully. She knew what she wanted. It would have to happen exactlyas she pictured it, or not at all. These thoughts only turned her on more.
    ‘Seriously, Em, it’s lovely. Truly,’ she said, stepping back and laying down in the shallows. The sun was sitting just above the hills to the west. The air was cooling. The water felt warmer to Sally than the air. She was tempted to go back out and catch more waves now that she was naked. But there was that look in Emma’s eyes again. A prompting look, a daring look, a look that encouraged very bad behaviour.
    ‘Come on, baby,’ she cooed. ‘It’s so liberating. You’ve got to try it.’
    Sally knew Emma had done as much and worse many times before. They had both swum nude with friends just off Balmoral when they were younger. In fact, she remembered swimming nude with Emma on this very beach five or six years before.
    ‘I won’t be seduced. Sirens can’t be trusted!’ shouted Emma.
    ‘I’m a mermaid,’ replied Sally, lying flat on her stomach and pressing her legs and feet together and slapping the water with her fishtail. She teased Emma because she knew her appetite. She knew how Emma wanted her. She could feel it. Itwas lovely to be an object of lust. She was highly aroused by the circumstances. She wanted to be a bad girl.
    ‘I WANT A MAN!’ she screamed at the top of voice, unleashing the beast even though she knew