Jean Sifton - Underground model

Earlier that morning she had packed the bare essentials she would need for her trip to Los Angeles, not forgetting the portfolio of shots the modeling school had furnished her with at graduation. These would be essential if she wanted to be represented by a reliable modeling agency. She kissed both her parents goodbye, and inwardly felt no regret or misgivings about leaving home for the first time, for at last she would be free to live as she choose, with no restrictions or limitations.

She stopped in Monterey for lunch, enjoying a full plate of fresh abalone with a small carafe of dry white wine. Everything seemed more wonderful than she had imagined it would be, now that she was able to enjoy her new found solitude at leisure.

After lunch she roamed around the small shops on the dockside, browsing over the small trinkets on display, set out to attract the multitudes of summer tourists that invaded the small town each year.

Reluctantly, she left Monterey and continued down the coastal route until she was midway to Santa Barbara. By then, the wine from lunch combined with the hot sun and concentrated effort of manipulating the small sports car around each curve had tired her out. Her thin summer dress was completely drenched with perspiration, especially where her back touched the hot leather of the car seat, and she longed for a swim in the cool, blue Pacific. When she spotted a small motel by the side of the road, she gratefully pulled over and checked into a room for the night.

As she was unpacking her suitcase, she discovered to her chagrin that she had left her swimsuit back at home, and there was no shop near where she would be able to purchase one. The small motel was managed by a retired couple and was now almost deserted because the summer was nearing an end.

Tiring quickly of the heat in the small room, Patricia decided to take a long walk down the empty beach and cool off in the ocean breeze. She walked by the surf's edge for a good half hour, letting the small waves curl around her ankles. How wonderful it would be to go for a swim, she thought, the water looked so clear and refreshing!

Suddenly an urge to be completely free and unrestricted overcame her inhibitions and she looked up and down the beach to be sure that no one else was around. The coast was clear, so she quickly shed her thin dress before she could have any second thoughts about it. Her bra and panties came next, and she stood posed on the shore for a moment or two – a stunning and beautifully naked nymph, her young body a golden tan, except where her swimsuit had previously concealed her firm breasts and loins from the sun.

The white portions of her flesh were accentuated by their stark lightness, making a delightful contrast with the rest of her graceful body. The perspiration on her body quickly evaporated in the cool ocean breeze, and she felt a delicious refreshing rush of air sweep between her half-spread legs and caress the silken pubic hair exposed at her loins.

How wonderful it was to be so completely free, she thought, glancing down at her pale-skinned breasts. Why on earth shouldn't we be able to bathe like this all the time, just as Mother Nature had originally intended for us to do, without fear, displaying our nudity.

Without further thought, she plunged into the sea, diving beneath the cool waves and feeling a tremendous release go through her as the salt water lapped and caressed her nude charms, making her nipples tingle and her skin pulse from the sudden stimulation.

She swam gracefully through the water in a slow crawl, fully aware that she was getting an unmistakable sexual thrill from her nakedness and from the feel of the sea on her unclothed body. When she grew tired from the pace, she turned over onto her back and floated gently; smiling as she watched the waves glide over the swells of her upturned breasts, making them quiver and ripple, with the buds of her nipples just breaking the surface and sticking upwards towards the late afternoon sky.

Through the clear salt water, she could see the darkened v-patch of her pubic mound, with the tiny hairs trailing out from her body in all directions. She arched her back and thrust her stomach up to make her crotch appear above the water, secretly delighted at watching the soft dark pubic hair cling wetly to the fleshy mound between her loins.

Patricia lazily spread her legs, stretching out her arms at the same time to form a star-fish shape. She let her head fall loosely back, and closing her eyes tightly against the glare of the sun, listened to the faint swish of the sea as it lapped onto the sand about 50 yards away.

Suddenly, without warning, she sensed another body in the water not far away from her. Her animal instincts had sensed the faint ripple of water that crossed the natural pattern of the gently flowing waves, and she opened her eyes at once, trying to spot the intruder.

Patricia swiftly turned over, and treading the water with her long, graceful legs, squinted around her through the glare of the water's reflections to get a full view around her, but no one was there. And yet she was sure she had noticed movement of some kind. She tensed her body as the horrible thought passed through her mind that possibly sharks could be in the area, for she had read about their presence on the coast and how they were capable of attacking a helpless swimmer without warning.

It was at that moment when Mark Saunders broke through the surface of the sea only inches from her nude body, a broad boyish grin on his lips, his white even teeth dazzling in the sun. Patricia scooted back and cried out in alarm, too astonished by his sudden presence to think of what to do next. Mark, on the other hand, seemed completely relaxed and unembarrassed, treading the water and nodding his head pleasantly at her.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to frighten you!" He peered at her more closely, drinking in the beauty of her glistening hair and skin. "I didn't expect to find anyone out here so late in the day," he continued, "but the water's wonderful isn't it?"

Patricia stared back at him, still speechless with surprise. The swimmer next to her was handsome and very powerfully built, and his sandy colored hair still managed to curl slightly, in spite of the wetness. She could see the animal strength of his thick-muscled arms, now glinting water droplets that clung to the thick curling dark hair on his chest. She shivered and tried to avoid his frank stare, for she could already feel her resistance siphoning out of her body and a hot burning coal starting to smolder in the pit of her womb. They were only a few inches from each other and the thought of his maleness – his complete animal attraction – in such close proximity to her unprotected sex made the blood rush to her head.

"What's your name," he persisted, "I'm Mark Saunders, I have a small summer cottage just over there," he said, pointing to a small cluster of trees on the horizon.

Patricia told him, trying unsuccessfully to hide her embarrassment. "Look…" the words were rushing out of her, spilling from her lips with mounting panic. "I don't have anything on… I left my swimsuit at the motel…"

He threw his head back and laughed a slow, wonderful, natural laugh. "Well, it looks like we're both in the same boat," he grinned cheerfully, looking back at her again. "And I was wondering just a few seconds ago how I was going to explain myself to you. Look, don't let it bother you. I'm not embarrassed… why should you be?" He shook the water from his hair, his earth-colored eyes ripe with good humor, then narrowed them in sudden seriousness and locked his gaze steadily on her face. "You're a very beautiful woman," he said in almost a whisper.

"Thank you," she mumbled, hating herself for not being able to hide the naked look of mutual yearning that she knew was revealed in her eyes. The sun glinted down on the thick, curly hair on his tanned chest, and his arm brushed against her body, sending a burst of electricity running through her that jolted a flame colored blush of color to her cheeks. Her hand came up to her mouth; she could feel the warmth of his skin against hers, and could smell his salt-clean body odor.