The ocean's rhythm echoes her heartbeat as she lies on her towel, the brim of her hat shading her face from the sun. Her hand wanders, slipping beneath her bikini bottoms, fingers exploring her slick folds. The breeze against her skin, the distant hum of beachgoers, all heighten her senses. She pictures the strangers around her, their reactions if they knew what she was doing. Her body responds, her movements becoming more urgent, more wanton, until she reaches her peak, a soft moan escaping her lips, swallowed by the cries of the seagulls and the crash of the waves.