Go see Shawna

I left my tent, trying to be quiet so as not to disturb the others. The cool breeze off the ocean washed over my skin, as I was wearing only a pair of shorts. My heart was pounding as I crossed the sand to Shawna's tent. I hesitated. I was so nervous. Shawna was a walking goddess; tawny skin, long dark hair and eyes, breasts like ripe melons sitting high on her chest, and a plump, full ass that begged to be groped. She could have any man she wanted, and she might consider me only second-best even with just two men on the island.

What should I do?