Maybe she can get out of this another way...

"Um... Okay. I'll make you a promise," Zoe says, grinning slyly down at you.

You sigh, knowing you're at the mercy of the weirdo on top of you. "What is it this time?"

"I'll escort you back to the hotel where you can get dressed," she offers, sighing a bit sadly.

"But... the clothes in your bag!"

"I don't think they'd fit you anyway..." Smooth save, Zoe.

You sigh, raking your hand over your face. "Fine. Just... get off me, please?"

With great ****, she rolls off of you, moving to stand. You get up as well, though as Zoe lifts her leg, it gets caught on her swimsuit, still bunched around one ankle. She falls, and right into your arms.

"You okay, Zoe?" you ask.

She looks up at you, a sense of adoration in her eyes that you can't figure out. She smiles and leans into your arms, sighing contentedly.

"Never been better..."

"Uh, I hate to say this, but there's people staring at us."

Perking in alarm, the weirdo turns to look at the five people. Blushing and nervously chuckling, she reaches down and puts her other leg back in her swimsuit, pulling it back up over her huge tits. "Uh... Relax! This is my, uh... boyfriend! We had a bit of an accident, and... um..."

"Boyfriend, huh? You two are adorable together!"

You and Zoe turn, where a man in an apron is standing there. He looks overweight, middle aged, and has a mustache. He's also speaking with an Italian accent. "How'd you like me to treat you to lunch, on the house? It can be a date!" he says.

You want to cover your dick with your hands, but you know that, after being hard so long and having Zoe give you a thigh-job, if you so much as touch it you''ll shoot! The idea of an involuntary orgasm in such a public venue is, for you, the stuff of horrific nightmares! You already passed the public boner phase, that's the last next threshold you want to cross! "What's your angle?" you ask.

"No angle! You just remind me of my wife and I when we were young! And if you had an accident here in a vacation spot, the least I can do is give you some pleasant memories after all this!"

You look to Zoe, hoping to have her object, but instead, she has stars in her eyes. "A date? Really?" She jumps up and down excitedly... only for her swimsuit to fall to her waist. "Eep!" She pulls it back up and you spot what the problem is.

Somehow, the band on her strapless one piece swimsuit snapped. It's still a full, covering swimsuit, but it won't stay up unless she holds it in place. She blushes, tightly holding the neckline up over those cow tits of her, but she recovers and looks to the restaurant owner. "Please! I'd love a date with my boyfriend!" Why's she playing along with this? Does she want to extend your humiliation, or is she just hungry?

"Great! Follow me into my shop!" the man says, waving for you both to follow.

...This is getting ridiculous. Maybe you can stop this?