a day as someone else

You should make them come to you. Not have you come to them, you decide.

So, you find a nice spot on the beach, set up a towel and lay down. You start to slather some sunscreen on you, but you have trouble with your back. You wonder briefly, as some guys walk past taking glances at you, if you should ask someone to slather the sunscreen for you.

Grinning michieviously, you remove your top and lay down, your bare breasts showing at the sides and pushing against your top and the towel.