The following is a true story.
It was threating to rain when I left the house wearing my black sling bikini and a pair of sunglasses with NOTHING else. Neither shirt, shorts or shoes. No id, money, keys or camera. My route also had absolutely no backups like a wrap, towel or bag. If I ended up on main street I would have no choice but to walk back in just my slingshot.
My slings generally have two strings on the front and back but this time they were tied together to make the strings appear thicker. A single string ran from the top of the front patch to my neck where it split before joining again and running down to my butt. This design makes it easier to see the strings from a distance so anyone seeing me can tell I'm wearing a swimsuit.
I walked out my front garden which is surrounded by six neighbors and started along the sidewalk. I took the second right and a few minutes later approached the popular and sometimes very busy road that runs parallel to the beach. I would have to cross and walk a short distance along it to get the beach access road. I was approaching the point where I'd bottled a previous attempt.
That previous attempt, a couple had stopped me at the beach access road. I'd told them I was going to the beach in a swimsuit called a slingshot. The women had said “I've never seem someone in a swimsuit so small.” A moment later when I decided to stop this attempt, he suggested “keep going to prove you did the dare” I left them with a smile on their faces as I walked away. They were obviously watching the back string because it took them at least 30 seconds to start walking again.
Today, there was little traffic and I was mostly across when I noticed the house on the corner had guests in the front room. If they'd looked out they'd have seen me. I almost held my breath as I walked past them and turned into the beach access road. The cars parked along that road didn't stop me. It was a few minutes later when I walked down a small grassed area to beach access seven.
I was going to join the beach but decided I wanted to extend the walk. There is a coastal path overlooking the beach which I started along. This turns into a grassed area with picnic tables and car parks along it which are overlooked by houses.
It was 15 minutes since I'd left when I passed the beach shower next to beach access eight. Should I continue? The grassed area extends to the surf club and it was slightly before it at access point nine when I joined the beach.
There I was again, walking along the beach wearing a very skimpy bikini with a single patch about the size of my hand. A single 6mm thick string running up my front and down my back makes this a very small swimsuit.
I got to beach access six and decided after 20 minutes it was time to head home. Leaving the beach I was tempted to use the public shower. The path climbed towards a caravan park and split. Left would head home, the right would eventually reach main street by the tourist office, public toilets, council offices and library.
It was about five minutes later when I reached the end of the path and turned right. I was heading for beach access number five which was a 5-10 minute walk away.
I was on MAIN STREET wearing only my tiny black slingshot bikini. My sunglasses were the only other thing I was wearing. I was carrying NOTHING else. My nearest belongings were 20 minutes away via the beach. If I'd gone the opposite way to the one I was going it would have been reduced to 10 minutes away. However, this would have required me walk along the main road into town, past a fire station, 24 hour gas station and two social clubs.
My heart was beating very fast now as I left the tourist office behind me. I passed the council offices and library. I passed a mini golf course. This led to some shops, before passing some marquees. Past a bright yellow value shop, then a surf shop and three cafes. I walked past a charity shop, a dentist then bike shop before a baker shop with big glass windows. On the opposite side of the road were some cafes and yet more shops. Near the corner I turned was a Subway outlet.
I turned left of main street and headed towards beach access five. I nearly turned around at this point to continue down main street towards the public quay. Rejoining the beach I realized I'd done something I'd written some stories about.
The characters in my stories often wear sling bikinis, usually with micro skirts when traveling in public. In one story three women (Sable, Shelly and Karen) get left on the beach with nothing but seventy-five cent slings. (Imagine a bikini made from three quarters joined by string) Their companions leave a note with bystander telling them they are at the top of main street in a fast food shop. The three walk there and find their clothes have been replaced by slight transparent dresses which they wear the rest of the afternoon while shopping. In another, Karen's girlfriend Denise get mentioned on the local news after walking home from a fast food place wearing her thirty-five cent sling. (Imagine a bikini made with a quarter and two five cent coins joined by string. Melissa Wheat is probably one of the few real women who could wear such a small bikini and still be covered.)
Back to my TRUE story. It had now been about 35 minutes since I'd left my house with only my slingshot swimsuit. The walk along back to beach access number six was far more relaxing. I left the beach and decided I would walk along a residential road to reach beach access seven. However, once I got there a large number of people were walking along it.
I returned to the beach and took my time getting to beach access seven. Crossing the green grass I joined the residential road mentioned before. A major hurdle was next.
Getting back across the main beach road. The house on the corner was shut up so I guessed the guests had left. I walked along the sidewalk on the main road, until I was opposite my turning. Once across I was back to side roads. I turned first left and walked half the block before arriving home.
My entire walk had lasted about 50 minutes. During this entire time I had NOTHING else with me except my sunglasses and sling swimsuit. I'd walked roads, a beach, paths and main street. I passed houses, cars, picnic benches and beach showers. I'd passed near a surf club, shops and cafes.
It didn't rain.
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