Beach

"Cotton candy for just five bucks!" Herman practically screamed into passing visitors' ears. "Just five, measly, bucks!!"

Off the edge of the deck, Rudy was watching the beachfront under the cool of the shade, while trying to cover the tent forming in his shorts with a beachball. It was a common routine. Coming out here atop sun-kissed grain and hearing the waves crash and the women -- oh, the women -- giggling and chatting away, skin on display. Deborah in her tight body and casual white (with pink splashes) two-piece swimsuit, Hannah in her yellow one-piece, all the other cavalcade of pleasant flesh hopping and bopping around him. Mm-mm was it good.

He was here with friends but he usually felt out of place in an occasion like this -- and anywhere else, really. He was more of a sidelines chap. Watching, observing, making silent wistful notes in his head. He liked to keep his distance while remaining close enough to justify his name's place on the invitee list; and other people seemed to accept that just fine. Smile a bit, laugh at a joke, wave, throw a quip of his own, and everything was swell. Just swell.

And not the only thing 'swelling', he mentally murmured, tending the fabric between his legs behind the big round sphere as he rolled it. Silent wistful notes... in my head, huh?

At a certain point, they really did used to just be in his head. But now... he had to narrow his eyes as he ogled the naked back of a hispanic looking girl tanning her better side under the sun to the left of him. Inside, wistfully, secretly, "noting".

Now, those notes were probably worth something more. Now, his head provided a compass to all environments he felt relevant. As an old adage stated, follow your heart. He would, really, but he wasn't that kind of guy. The kind to risk his rep or confront a dramatic truth. No. Rudy would much rather let the world take the initiative, while he sat in the luxurious confines of a horse carriage and let it do the work for him.

And suddenly, just as he could've sworn his blood was cooling down, it and everything else in his body hitched at the base of his throat as the hispanic girl he was watching moved her face to the other side, giving him a clear view of her sharp but slender nose and lovely eyes, and then pushed up. He gulped, spotting the dangling pair of boobs below her, and that wide aerolae, which she didn't seem to mind exposing, as she then shifted to her back, lifting up a leg by the knee to get comfortable and placing her hands behind her head. Pushing forward her two perky boobs before her (which had to be at least D's) and into the bountiful sunlight. They were round and supple and took a perfect form against her chest despite the seeming effects gravity would have on them. Rudy's hand was practically pushing against his beach shorts now in spite of himself. Her swimsuit top now lay underneath her back as she wriggled comfortably along without it, baring it to the sky.

Rudy gulped, giving his member a quick stroke before collecting himself.

"Lucky me," he mumbled lecherously.

"Rudy!"

Turning, the blond side-liner spotted Tom. He was waving him over back to the grass area, where some of the others were gathering. The beach was a great getaway for anyone who wanted to kick back and pitch tent. With a swerving park area at the foot of the beach and a a deck to ride into for a menage of snacks and goods across from it, it had plenty of staying power. Rudy's nose twitched. It looked like they were getting a barbeque started.

"Coming!" Rudy looked back to the topless girl, still tanning face up and nipples outward. Then, smiling, he stood up, leaving the beachball in its sandy perch for the time being.