Go to the bar

She felt like she needed something to help her calm down a little and spotted a bar across the beach. Fortunately Leanne had packed a spare top in her bag and pulled out the little orange vest top before pulling it over her still damp skin. Her nipples were hard from all the excitement and poked through the thin material as the tight vest cupped her breasts, pushing them up almost as much as her bikini had.

Feeling less **** Leanne made her way towards the bar and perched her tight rear on one of the stools.

“What can I do for you, beautiful?” asked the dreadlocked barman as he quickly appeared to assist the attractive young woman.

“Gin and tonic please,” replied Leanne. Automatically repeating her standard drink order.

“You in da Caribbean now,” he grinned. “I’ll get ya something more tropical.”

Leanne nodded in agreement and sat nervously while she waited for the man to return with her drink. A moment later and a glass with an umbrella, twist of orange and brightly coloured liquid appeared in front of her. “Thanks,” she smiled. “How much is it.”

“On da house for such a beautiful girl,” answered the barman. Barely hiding his flirtatious advances while he leant on his elbow and stared at her pert tits in the moist top.

The thin vest had quickly become almost see-through and her nipples were clear through the orange material. Even the shape of her perfect orbs was visible.

“Do you know a guy with dreadlocks?” asked Leanne after an awkward moment of silence.

“There’s lots o’ guys wit’ dreadlocks round here,” replied the barman. Tossing his own mane as he answered.

Leanne smiled. “He was tall and, um…” She really didn’t want to say ‘black’ as not only was it obvious but also seemed a little racist. “He was in the ocean swimming. Wearing a pair of shorts. He was really… muscular.” Leanne could feel her face blushing as she described the guy who’d just gone down on her.

“That be Drederick,” responded the barman. His grin less wide than before.

“Do you know where he hangs out?” questioned Leanne. Leaning forward eagerly and giving the guy behind the bar an even better angle to stare at her tits.

“He’s round de town,” he answered. Grabbing a cloth and starting to clean some nearby glasses. “What you wan’ wit’ ‘im?” Leanne smiled sheepishly and blushed and even brighter shade of red. “I might be able to ‘elp ya out. But what you gon do fer me?”

Leanne’s eyes instinctively moved south and spotted a sizeable bulge in the guys shorts. She could guess what he wanted and she wouldn’t have minded either. But was it worth it just to find out more of the guy she’d met in the sea?