The beautiful teenager laid back on her recliner and surveyed the opulent scene spread out before her. It was the perfect summer's day at the beach. The sun blazed high over a cloudless sky, the calm, surprisingly clear water of the small bay reflecting the light like a thousand tiny mirrors. The sand, although quite hot to the touch, was firm and clean, gleaming white in the full light of the sun.

The 40-or-so people surrounding her, mostly in their 20's and 30's, all had that expensive golden Californian health-club look about them.

So, if everything's so admittedly goddamn perfect, Carolyn fumed to herself, why do I hate it here so much?

She knew that the Stark Country Club was one of those very exclusive places along the California Pacific coastline, one of those places where the monthly membership fees alone could keep a Central American nation going for a year. Her parents would always positively gush whenever her wealthy Aunt and Uncle invited the family over for a day at the club. Carolyn was only there as a guest of her older cousin, Tiffany, who was a junior at the local private college.

It was the Fourth of July weekend blowout at the club and Tiffany swore that this was the place to be, where it would definitely be happening, but without the mobs. Tired of the usual jam at the public beaches, Carolyn was ready for anything a little less crowded. The fact that she just might hook up with some good-looking rich college guy and be the envy of her senior class at McKinley High School this fall was also a factor in her going to the club. They had been at the Club's exclusive beach now for three hours and for Carolyn it had been a disaster.

Everyone treated her like a little kid. The girls, just a few years older than her, but all in exclusive colleges, hardly bothered to recognize her existence at all. Her suit, a gleaming white, sung, French-cut one-piece (which she thought really showed her trim figure to advantage), was practically an overcoat compared to the thongs everyone was wearing. She hadn't seen so many naked female butts since in the shower during gym last year!

The rich, good-looking college guys she was so looking forward to meeting were here, all right. All they wanted to do with her was dump hot sand down her cleavage (she had worn this suit just for them) and watch her run squealing for cover, where she would once again have to take it off and shake out the hot, scratchy sand.

The jerks! Carolyn loved to swim and these idiots hadn't even been in the water yet. After three hours! It was maddening. All they wanted to do was eat and drink imported beer. So here she was, quietly frying her brains out in the blazing sun at this exclusive shit-hole. With disgust, she saw her cousin's friends were now actually getting ready to go into the water.

"This ought to be good," the teenager smirked to herself. Sure enough, when this group finally decided to actually venture out into the water, it meant going to a large platform that was anchored about 150 feet from the beach. Laden with towels, blankets, and the inevitable coolers, the group practically walked to the platform.

Carolyn was the last person to enter the water and the first to arrive at the platform, and she wasn't even trying. Once there, the members of the group set up shop and promptly resumed the same reclining positions they had occupied on the beach.

For Carolyn, it proved the last straw. Furious, she dove off the three-foot side of the platform and struck out swiftly away from shore. When she had finally worked off her anger, she stopped and had a look around. She found herself quite alone and far from shore. Oh, great, she thought, as she contemplated the long swim back to the beach.

"Must have been madder than I thought," she said ruefully. Carolyn was still fuming about this latest outrage when she felt something cold and soft touch her high on her right hip.

"Hey! Cut that out!" she yelled to her unseen antagonist. Angry, she quickly ducked under the clear water but could see no one around her. All she saw was a small gray shape with what looked like many arms hovering around her right hip. Even without a face mask, she could see it quite clearly.

That can't be it, she thought as she looked all about the emptiness surrounding her once again. She came up to the surface, her eyes burning from their exposure to the sea water. She suspiciously looked around the surface for any sign of those sneaky fraternity guys, but there was still no sign of anyone around her.

Quietly treading water, Carolyn contemplated the remainder of the day. Her cousin just had to take her home. That's all there was to it, she thought. She went back under for one last look, not wanting to be ambushed by anyone while she was swimming toward shore. To her surprise, the octopus was still right beside her, at the level of her waist. I seem to have made a friend, she thought. Cute little fella, too, for a mollusk. Back on the surface, she readied herself for the long swim back to the beach. No way would she return to the platform, she knew. She was finished with those people for good!

"Whoa! What was that?" She ducked under the surface to find that the octopus had attached several of its tentacles to the fabric of her suit, directly above her right leg-hole. Carolyn was an avid conservationist who firmly believed that all animals, if left alone, posed no threat to people what so ever.

So, Carolyn was reluctant to make any sudden moves which might seem threatening to the little creature, even though it was now clinging to her suit. She knew she was well protected by her single-piece swim suit. Yet, in spite of her good intentions, her flesh trembled as the octopus moved its tentacles over the smooth, thin material of her suit.

She became so fascinated by the actions of her marine companion that her lungs started to burn from lack of oxygen. She silently said good-bye to the octopus and returned to the surface, gasping for air.

As she regained her breath, Carolyn could feel the soft tentacles encircle her hips. She couldn't believe it! It was almost as if they were trying to find a way into the tight French-cut leg-holes of her suit!

"Oh, no!" she cried. "What if it's looking for a place to nest or something?"

Back under the surface, she tried to carefully brush the animal away, but it refused to budge. When it finally did move, she could only watch fascinated as some tentacles moved around to the front of her suit and the main body of the octopus pulled itself there.

Disgusted, Carolyn returned to the surface. I don't believe this. There has to be a way of getting this thing off without hurting it, she thought.

Back under the surface, she tried to gently lift the octopus away from her, but it was clamped so strongly to the thin fabric she felt she was in danger of tearing her suit in the process. Frustrated, she returned to the surface, her eyes burning from their prolonged exposure to the salt water.

"Can't keep this up," she sputtered, shielding her sore eyes from the glaring sun. "O.K., have it your way, then."

Using an easy rhythm, Carolyn started her long swim towards shore, with the octopus still attached to the front of her tight suit, right over her stomach. This should give the little stinker something to think about,she thought gleefully.

As she swam, Carolyn began to sense the oddest sensation between her legs. Swimming had always made her feel a little sexy anyway, but never anything like this! She could feel some of the animal's tentacles flailing the water around her upper thighs, rubbing the sensitive flesh there.

As if that were bad enough, some had even worked their way between her thighs and were inadvertently landing again and again directly upon the pronounced vee of her pubic bulge, right on the thin material covering her crotch, causing some touching right on her vulva! Oh, my! she thought. That's getting a little personal, don't you think, octopus?

She considered briefly about stopping, but decided against it. If I stop for every little thing, she thought, then I'll never get to shore. Besides, it wasn't like it was some low-life trying to cop a feel or anything. She was sure she could take a little discomfort until she got to shore, and then it would be her turn!

As time went on, the tappings became more regular, more insistent, and much more difficult for her to ignore. She tried swimming on her side and even on her back, but without success. The octopus's tentacles seemed to naturally find their way right between her legs. The repeated tappings continued to grow in intensity, occasionally even turning into outright slaps which would take her breath away, and all happening directly onto her increasingly sensitive vulva.

She had never had anything like this happen to her before, and she was at a complete loss as to what to do about it. It was her body's most secret and private of places, and here this stupid sea creature was (inadvertently of course) constantly touching her there!

Carolyn continued her easy pace towards the beach. Unfortunately, the strange feelings continued to grow between her legs. Soon she could feel tentacles moving over the taut fabric covering her firm buttocks, and before long they were starting to tingle as well. But, it was the presence of the animal's body, still clinging to the lower front of her bathing suit, that she felt the most.

God damn it! Why did it have to settle right there, of all places? Carolyn thought with exasperation. It was causing her to feel quite excited. It's a good thing that creature doesn't know what it was doing to her, she thought. It was in a position to really cause her some serious problems!

As she continued her swim, she felt her face grow flush at the constant unintentional stimulation her body was receiving from the octopus. This is getting out of hand, she thought. Problem is, if I stop to get rid of that damn animal now, I might never make it back to shore. It must be scared to death by now. It can't hang on for too much longer, can it? All I have to do is keep focused on the swim back and it will drop off soon enough. If only this didn't feel so good!

But, to her dismay, the octopus clung to her suit more tenaciously than ever. She could even feel the front of her suit being pulled down a bit due to the drag of the octopus on it. In fact, her suit had dragged down so much her pert breasts were almost in danger of popping out!

Wait a minute, she thought. Something isn't right here. Then she felt it. There was now a second octopus, and it was clinging directly to the tight fabric covering her chest. As if one wasn't enough! Carolyn wailed to herself. What am I, the local Beach Express?

The weight of the octopus on her chest was not only causing her suit to lower itself in front, it was causing it to rise in back as well. It was as if the octopus on her chest was deliberately bunching up the suit's material, causing it to fit her body tighter and tighter. She could feel her ass cheeks become more and more uncovered as the fabric moved up and over the flexing muscles of her firm buttocks and gather directly into her ass crack.

The pull on her front was for some reason causing her suit's crotch band to dig painfully right into her sensitive pussy. She could feel tentacles moving freely over her now exposed buttocks. She knew it was crazy but it really seemed like the tentacles of the lower octopus had actually helped her bathing suit be pushed farther and farther up her ass cheeks.

"I hope you're satisfied," she muttered to the lower mollusk. Like it or not, she thought, she herself was now wearing a thong. Her behind was completely exposed! Wow! she thought. I'd better be careful what I think about them or I'll really start flipping out! They are just dumb animals, and, aside from being very annoying and terribly embarrassing, that's all they are. She was just passing by, fortunately for them and very unfortunately for her.

She ruefully remembered the time last summer when she and some friends had gone to the city park. A dog had come up unbeknownst to her behind her and had stuck his nose right up underneath the short skirt she was wearing that day. Carolyn's scream had brought people running from all over the park, and it was a very big park. The dog was so scared that when the owner finally coaxed it out from where it was hiding underneath a bush, she had to carry the animal home. Carolyn had never been so embarrassed, and had vowed then and there to try and have much more understanding attitude toward seemingly inappropriate animal behavior.

The sensations coming from her lower belly were intensifying. The tight fabric digging into her crotch made her labia all that much more susceptible to the tentacles clinging there. What was going on down there? She could feel quite clearly the pulsing of the tentacles' suction cups through her thin suit on her lower abdomen. Her shoulder straps were cutting painfully into her shoulders. Her suit was so tight now that every time she moved an arm in front of her for a stroke, she could feel her suit dig deep into her vulva. As if those damned animals weren't enough, now she was turning herself on!

Yes! She realized to her horror that she could feel building inside of her the same, oh so secret feelings she had occasionally given herself while taking a bath(followed of course by her usual fits of guilt and remorse). She was being turned on!

Carolyn couldn't believe what was happening to her. Everything kept exciting her. Everything! Oh my! Maybe this was God's punishment for those few times she brought herself to climax while taking a bath!

"I'm sorry, God!" she cried. "It won't happen again. I promise!" But the stimulation to her healthy young body continued. Her suit front was now low enough so that her nipples were constantly rubbing against the suit's upper seam. A few nasty tentacles now worked they way down the front of her suit and attached themselves directly over her crotch! She was sure she could actually feel thrustings of the tentacle's suckers on the lips of her increasingly sensitive vulva. It was maddening!

The sensitive skin of her inner thighs continued to rub against the soft texture of the tentacles working between them. The second octopus was also being busy. Tentacles had wrapped themselves around her pointed breasts which were being rhythmically squeezed. Others seemed fascinated with her increasingly sensitive nipples, now so hard they felt they were going to poke a hole right through her suit.

All in all, it was really starting to get to her. She felt her breasts become heavy within her suit top, her breath coming faster, her skin positively tingling with sensation. She knew that if she didn't get out of the water soon she was going to get it off right there! Carolyn soon lost track of everything except the fantastic sensations rising from her breasts and vagina. Dazed, she looked up once to check her progress and found to her horror she had been swimming parallel to the beach and not towards it.