Continue Drinking

You decide the bar seems like a pretty decent place to hang out, besides, Sam should be here a little later so why not.

"Bethany," you call out raising your glass, "Looks like I'll be staying here a while until she shows up. Mind bringing me another one of these?"

"Sure honey" She replies with a smile and begins the ritualistic shaking and bouncing you enjoy so much. You've had your regular one on one fantasies about other women before, hell, Sam and you have actually done a little fooling around. The sight of Bethany falls into your "If I was drunk enough I could get into that" file. You begin to wonder if you could continually ask for more drinks just to watch the show. But as you're there fantasizing a personal dance by the bartender she snaps you out of it by placing the new drink in front of you.

"Here you go Jane." She bends over the table as if to whisper something to you. Your eyes are immediately drawn to her large rack being laid before you, that deep cleavage, the perfectly smooth round tops of her tanned breasts just spilling out of her orange and white bikini top.

"Ahem, If your friend is involved at all with Transformika Laboratories or their weird experiments, you'd better watch out."

You shake your head and are snapped out of the endless cleavage and back to reality with a sudden confused expression upon your face. "Uh, what?"

"I said, if your friend Samantha is involved with Transformika, just be careful. That's all I'm saying" A sly smile forms on her lips and she lets out a little giggle as it dawns on her that you've been staring at her tits. Then in a normal voice, "These are real by the way. But you've got a pretty nice rack yourself" As she stands back upright, jutting those perky D-cups out at you.

You grin as you realize you've been caught ogling her. But apparently she doesn't mind. You begin to wonder how many times someone else sitting in this exact spot has done the same. She must be fairly used to it by now. And by the looks of it, pretty proud of it too, and with good reason. Her body is tanned perfection.

"Hey, if for some reason your friend doesn't show up, give me a call." She slides a napkin over with her number on it over to you. And with a wink and a bounce she hops back down the bar to greet the next customers that recently walked up.

You grab your drink and turn to view the beach. Thinking to yourself of what she had just said. That was odd, the way she whispered it like it's some cautionary advice. As if something Sam got caught up in might be a little more than she could chew. You make a mental note to be on guard about whoever it is that Samantha is involved with but otherwise you decide to just enjoy the relaxing sounds and sights of the beach until she shows up.