Page 43 of The Teacher

I look around the beach parking lot. There are a few people around. Some surfers. Some families enjoying the sun after a day in school. I need to strip myself of the suit and change into my swimmers, but I don’t want to be exposed to any passers-by.

“I need to get naked,” I say, and Sandy laughs.

“Of course. Get to the back of the car and I’ll shield you from everyone with a beach towel.” I roll my eyes at her suggestion, but she immediately goes to grab a towel. I find my swimmers. Holding both of them and my wetsuit I stand around at the back of my car, where there are fewer people to view me.

Sandy approaches me holding out a large beach towel spread out so that she’s acting like a barrier between me and the parking lot.

“Okay,” she says with a cheeky smile. “Get naked.”

Oh, she’s enjoying this.

I point at the towel. “With just that covering me?”

“Yep. Go ahead.”

A date doing something real?

More like a date spent embarrassing me in every way.

She wants to shame me. She wants to have the upper hand over me. And, if I truly want her in the way that I do, I’ll have to play along.

Oh, she’s a clever girl.

“You’re gonna watch?” I ask cheekily.

“I’m not planning to,” she replies, turning her head away from me exaggeratedly. “There isn’t much to see anyway.”

“Hang on.”

“Just hurry up and get naked, Skipper.”

I turn around towards the car so that, if she did peek, she’d only see my ass. My perfectly toned ass. I start unbuttoning my suit. Then I remove my jacket. Then I pull down my pants.

I’m completely naked.

I quickly turn my head around.

Just as I expect, Sandy is watching me. Scanning my muscular body. Checking out my toned ass.

I smile and turn around so that she can see everything. My long manhood that hangs free and loose between my legs.

“Satisfied with what you see?” I ask. I place my hands on my hips.

If she’s going to get me naked in public to humiliate me, then I’m going to make her see everything. That’s what she really wants.

Sandy’s cheeks flush red, but she doesn’t take her eyes off me.

“Eh, you’ve shrunk since I last saw you,” she says with a smile.

Oh, damn.

“So, this is how it’s going to be?”

I bend over and pull up my swimmers and the wetsuit, covering up my exposed naked body. Disappointing Sandy.

“Right,” I say. “Let’s surf.”

We take the two boards down to the beach. Standing there, in front of the crashing tall waves, I’m really reminded of how I hadn’t been on one of those things since I was last in this small town as a teenager. It’s been a long, long time. I turn to Sandy and she’s smiling. She loves this, and I’m not going to give her the pleasure of knowing how nervous I am.