Cover up

Leanne smiled nervously but could no longer stand feeling so exposed. She slid her bikini top over her breasts, giving the guy a brief glimpse at her naked flesh as she did so, and fastened it behind her. She began to relax a little now and turned to the guy. “I’m Leanne,” she said, hoping to turn the conversation away from her chest.

“Me name’s Tyrese,” he replied. Offering his hand. Leanne accepted using the arm that wasn’t squeezed against her naked breasts. “So what ya doin’ ‘ere, Leanne? Ya on ‘oliday?”

She nodded. “Just for ten days or so. I only arrived yesterday.”

“So ya ain’t seen nottin’ o’ the island yet,” he continued. “If ya want, I can show ya ‘round.”

Leanne thought about the offer. It would be nice to see Jamaica from a local perspective away from all the touristy areas. However, she’d just met this guy and wasn’t sure if he was just being nice to get a look at her tits or if he was genuinely being friendly.

She was alone and didn’t want to get herself into trouble on her first day. But she also didn’t want to miss out on a great experience and have some fun.