At the Beach

You continue to chat to the guys, ignoring their hand so on your legs, caressing your inner thighs. You learn that they are wannabe surfers, and meeting there forth friend at the beach who has there surfboards.

Finally the bus comes to the stop as you step off with the guys and continue to there spot they had stacked out. It was a small alcove behind some rocks , hidden from the main beach yet quite big and private.

As you walk across the beack you remove your shoes, the hot sand feeling nice on your feet. The guys continue to chat to each other.

You enter the alcove and come across what looks like a small campsite.

There wore 4 surfboards all line up on the beach, 2 large umbrellas, a cooler and towels.

"Hey Jason, look whos joining us" called one of the guys. A man comes out from behind a rock and your jaw almost drops to the ground. He was extremely well muscled, blond hair and green eyes with the best looking abs possible.

"Hey" he greets you with a hand shake. "Hi" is all you can muster. He just smiles at you.

"Well now ... you arnt really wearing the best attire for the beach" he comments.

"Oh yeah ... right" you drop your back and look around for a good spot to change but notice there isnt any.

"Ummm" you say