FRANCES' BIG ADVENTURE

Chapter Two

Frances covered her bare boobs with her arms. Damn it! Now what was she going to do?

She sank down to her chin in the water and looked around for her top. There it was. Drifting off to sea. She took a deep breath and tried to swim after it. She swam and swam until she was out of breath. She stopped and looked for her top, treading water. It looked even further away from her now. She looked back towards land. Bloody hell! The beach must have been half a mile away! And she was too tired at the moment to try to swim back.

Frances was now more worried about her life than pervs looking at her boobs. She treaded water, trying to catch her breath to make the effort to get back to land.

That was when the huge wave hit her. It pushed her head underwater. She struggled to get back to the surface. But as soon as she did, another wave hit her. She was tossed about helplessly. She screamed for help and got a mouth full of water as another wave knocked her underwater.

Everything started to go black. Frances sobbed, swallowing more water. "I'm dying," she thought, "and I'm still a virgin!"

The next thing she knew her head hit something hard. She put her hand to it. Ouch. She could feel a lump on her head.

Then she realized she was no longer underwater. She opened her eyes. It was dark now. There was only the slightest bit of a moon and stars for her to see by. She was on a big rock. She'd bumped her head on it.

Frances could feel the cold rock under her. Wait. It wasn't just under her back and arms and legs. It was under her butt too. She looked down. Shit! Now she'd lost her bikini bottom too!

She looked around. On one side all she could see was the ocean. On the other were rocks leading to a rocky coast. Looking far off she saw what looked like a house.

Frances struggled to get up. This was embarrassing as hell, but she had no choice but to walk all the way to that house, butt naked and with her bare feet probably getting cut to pieces on the rocky ground, and ask for help, hoping that whoever lived there didn't try to rape her.

Frances started walking. Life sucked for her but least it was a warm night so she wouldn't catch cold.

Then about halfway to the house it started to rain.