Realizing that there is apparently some disaster in the works, you turn and start running away from the shore... wait, no, that's wrong again. You turn back around to face the water, then start running... and immediately trip over a piece of driftwood. Closing your eyes and scrambling back to your feet, you dash onward again, and once again trip, this time just in an unexpected dip in the sand below. This time however, as you're dusting yourself off and spitting out a mouthful of sand, you suddenly find yourself swept up in a rather big and burly pair of arms, lifted off the ground, and spun to properly face your eyes away from the water. This is entirely too confusing, and you still can't see more than the arms of whoever grabbed you.
"Are you OK?" he asks, in a frantic but worried tone. "Did you twist an ankle? Sun stroke?"
"No... nothing like that," you reply. "I'm just... a little dizzy for some reason." Normally, you'd object to someone carrying you around like this, but it does seem to be a rather dangerous situation, and you really can't coordinate yourself well enough at the moment to move under your own power. You wrap your arms around his neck to make things easier for him, and hook your legs around his hips for good measure. The whole experience of being carried like this is more than a little weird, and it briefly crosses your mind that it's a little kinky being all over someone like this without knowing what they look like. You can get a bit of an idea just from feeling around though. He's clearly quite a bit taller than you, and muscular enough that he clearly works out. Big broad chest, thick neck, six-pack abs... and he's carrying you like you're nothing... although he does move one arm down for a better grip, grabbing you by the ass in what would be a rather intimate manner under other circumstances, so you're sort of half sitting on his arm, and hugging him as tightly as you can. You can't help but think a few dirty thoughts at what the two of you must look like to an outside observer, which leaves you a little turned on. Him too apparently, unless that's a flashlight in his shorts.
Before your mind can wash too far down the gutter, a volleyball net comes loose, creating a new obstacle you have to warn your rescuer to dodge around. He thanks you, and keeps sprinting until finally reaching his car. It takes you longer than it should to process that he's setting you down and you should really let go. Eventually though, you find yourself seated in what seems like a rather nice car, with mirrors in the head rests. You shiver a bit, wearing nothing but a rain soaked bikini and all, as he starts to drive and fiddle with the radio. You're still a bit too rattled and disoriented to be thinking straight, as your rescuer asks if you were with anyone, where you're staying, and if there's anyone you need to call. You decide not to distract him with all the crazy space stuff just yet. According to the radio several roads have washed out, and while you'd be plenty safe teleporting out, someone would probably be killed by the suddenly driverless car.
You do manage to get a look at him as he mutters about not being able to reach the shelter, and something about having the keys to a friend's summer house. As you'd guessed, he's a big burly sort, well tanned, with straight blond hair totally covering his eyes... wait no, covering his... forehead and the top of his nose. The eyes would be in the back, but you can't really tell from this angle. As the wind starts to shake the car, you remember your seatbelt. It's a little difficult fastening it properly... not so much because you can't see it or anything, just because your breasts get in the way of the cross-strap and you just sort of have to awkwardly thread it through between them. Bound to come up eventually on one of these trips.
Eventually, you arrive at a rather posh looking beach house, and as you once again start stumbling about blind, he again offers to carry you in. Once deposited on a rather nice couch, facing a wall to give you a nice view of the room, he introduces himself as Reg, and you finally feel safe explaining where you're from and what you're here for. This time though, you don't get the usual answer.
"What, just drop everything and take off into space? Sorry, there's just no way. I'm the only lifeguard who has that beach memorized well enough to save people like, well, you. We're right at the start of storm season too."
"Oh," you say... surprised that this is actually the first guy you've met with any sort of obligations keeping him from abandoning his entire life. "Well... do you know anyone else who might be interested?"
"Maybe, but until this storm passes, we can't exactly leave to find you a volunteer. I'm afraid you're just stuck with me here for... at least a few hours, maybe until tomorrow morning. Not a whole lot to do in here either with the power out. There should be some candles tucked away for light at least... and I'd suggest you get out of that wet bikini so you don't catch a cold, but my friend doesn't generally leave spare clothes around when he's out of town like this. There might be a blanket tucked away in his bedroom, but we'd kinda have to share it..."