Better than expected.

Wendy sat in her seat, thinking about how she would be able to deal with the deserting camera crew, more importantly how she was going to get those pictures away from them. After a while, she began to feel more and more hopeless, realizing that she had little to no chance of achieving that goal. The man looked over and attempted to cheer her up with some small talk.

“So, uh. The name’s Jeff, by the way. What’s your’s?” he said.

“It’s Wendy. And please, I’d rather not be talking to anyone right now.” she replied in a dismal tone.

“That bad, huh? You don’t look like you were left alone by choice. Whoever did this to you must be a bunch of dick-bags.” Wendy remained silent for the moment. Jeff reached to his side and held out a damp white beach towel. “How about this? I still got my towel left over. It’s still a little wet and cold, but it’s something to help cover up.” She grabbed the towel with one hand while still trying to cover her breasts. The towel was a little on the thin side and wasn’t big enough to tie up and cover up her entire torso. It looked like a strapless crop top bikini, her tits still bulging out and showing a substantial amount of cleavage. At this point she was just happy to be somewhat covered up without using her arms.

Several minutes passed on and Wendy decided to speak up again. “You got anything I can drink?” It’s been a while since she had any form of hydration. “Yeah, I’ve got some bottled water in the fridge.” Jeff responded and opened up a panel on the side, revealing an assortment of drinks, including enough **** to get a car full of party goers wasted. Wendy reached over to get herself a bottle, giving Jeff a good view of her boob canyon. Sitting back down, she chugged down the water with some of it dripping down to her mammoth chest. She softly moaned in a little moment of ecstasy, her boobs glistening from the water droplets.

Jeff couldn't handle it anymore. He wanted her badly. But how he would do this is another step to overcome.