Beach Bar

I headed down the wooden walkway to the beach. Umbrellas and towels covered nearly every square inch of sand.

So this is where everybody went, I thought. I noticed Glenn surfing off in the distance and, after taking a quick look around, decided to continue on toward the beach bar.

"Rum Runner?" the bartender asked. I quickly gulped down the last two sips of my drink and gave him the thumbs up. While the bartender whipped together my drink, I took a look over at the nude area of the beach.

Wow, I thought as I laid eyes on a gorgeous blonde girl who was just making her way out of the ocean. Her blonde hair was tied into a long braid down her back, a few strands falling across her face. She had large, fake breasts that bounced with every stomping step as she fought through the last few feet of waves crashing at her knees. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. I didn't even notice the bartender had slipped my drink next to me as I watched her stroll up the beach, grab a towel and start to dry off.

I can't believe I haven't seen her before, I thought, my eyes drifting between her tight ass and her large, round breasts.

Shit, I thought as she suddenly noticed me staring directly after her. Fuck.

I would have quickly looked away if I didn't freeze like an idiot. She smiled. I got goosebumps. I smiled back then she started walking toward me.

Shit, shit shit

Suddenly she stopped and turned back around. I felt awkward, as if she had gotten closer, seen me better, and decided against it after all. Relief washed over me as she picked her bikini bottoms up from her beach chair and slid them up her long, toned legs then a feeling of panic washed over me as she began walking toward me once again.

Shit, shit, shit. Did I actually want her to come? Of course I did. What was I worried about? I cant talk to women, I've been flirting with hot, topless girls the past few days. I had sex with a gorgeous woman just last night. My wife was gorgeous. This would be no problem.

"Hi," the blonde girl said as she sat down in the barstool next to me.

TINA - https://www.deviantart.com/mikeyxxxx/art/Mikey-s-beach-bar-177-1249287222

"Hey," I answered. I went to grab my drink and miscalculated where it was. My hand slapped the plastic cup, sending it flying backward behind the bar, its contents splashing all over the floor.

"Shit!" I exclaimed. I quickly rose to my feet and began walking around the bar. "I'm so sorry. Let me help you clean that up."

"No worries at all," the bartender replied. "I've got it. Maybe just hand me that hose right there." I handed him the hose and he sprayed down the floor. Perks of having the bar outside, I suppose.

"You alright?" the blonde girl asked as I sat back down next to her.

"Yea," I replied. "If you could just put my next drink out of arms reach and maybe get me a really long straw, that would be great."

The blonde girl giggled and I felt a jolt of electricity pulse through my body.

"I'm Scott by the way."

"Tina," the blonde responded.

"Nice to meet you, Tina. Can I buy you a drink for the inconvenience I've caused?"

"Sure. Just don't smack it across the bar."

"I can't make any promises."

Tina ordered a margarita. "So, you're married?" she said, glancing down at my ring finger.

"I am," I answered, lifting my hand to show off my wedding ring.

"Where's the wife?"

"Oh, shit," I said. "I think I left her at home. I hadn't even realized until you just asked. I think I have to go." I feigned getting up from the bar and Tina laughed. "Actually, she's just taking a nap by the pool. I got bored and decided to walk around and ended up here."

"And she's OK with you buying topless girls drinks?" Tina asked. She took a long sip of her margarita.

"She might buy you one herself," I answered.

"Oh, really?" Tina said, her face lifting in interest. "So she's..." Tina leaned in closer to me. "...Into girls too?"

"No, no. It's not like that. She just likes having a fun time. She doesn't get jealous if I flirt with girls or if they, hypothetically speaking, flirt with me."

"So you're flirting with me?" Tina asked coyly. "Is that how you flirt? Make a huge mess then offer to buy drinks?"

"Well, not really but, as you can probably tell, I don't really plan it out like that."

"Well, for what it's worth, I think you're very cute."

My mouth suddenly became dry. I gulped and took a sip of my drink. I could feel my fingers shaking slightly. Why was I so nervous all of a sudden?

"Well, you're... quite the looker yourself."

Fuck! What was that?

"Smooth," Tina said, rolling her eyes. She smirked and looked down at her drink.

"Is this your first day at the resort?" I asked. "I haven't seen you around."

"You keep track of everyone at the resort?" Dammit, she was quick.

"No," I replied. "But, let's just say, you tend to notice certain people that stick out among the crowd."

"Now that actually was pretty smooth," Tina admitted. Another electric jolt surged through me. My fingers had stopped shaking. The mix of **** and affirmation had calmed me down.

"I got in last night. It was pretty late by the time I checked in. There was only one couple out in the hot tub."

"Yea, it gets pretty quiet after midnight for the most part," I said, realizing the couple she was referring to was Ariel and Robert. "There are some people out and about having a drink at the bar inside or taking a walk on the beach, but otherwise it's relatively quiet."

"Another round?" The bartender asked as I sipped down the last ounce of my watered-down cocktail. I stirred the straw through the remnants of ice. I glanced over to Tina who gave me a look as if she wanted me to stay.