Minor delay in gratification

You let Blake drag you by the hand outside, staying about a step or two behind so that you can watch her ass sway in the hula skirt she's wearing. You're still hard from popping the blue pill, but you wonder if you're up for another romp. You wish you were constantly ready to go. Then, you feel a warm tingle in your loins and you feel your testicles swell. Looking back into the tent through an opening, you see Genie looking at you and nodding. It's good to know that its powers are so convenient, but you also make a mental note to be careful about what you wish for. In this case, that's very literal.

"Hey honey!" Alexandra walks up to the two of you. She greets and hugs Blake and they exchange kisses on the cheek. Blake hangs on to your hand as they make some girl talk about the party and the upcoming nuptials.

After a while, your fiancee turns to you and you update her on Nasim's status. "Cool. Looks like the party's back to going smoothly, but I've got to go deal with the caterers," she says. "Oh, Blake, can you come help me?"

"Sure! I know what a pain it is. We had so many issues for our wedding!" The girls are walking away, talking about the caterers and the beach party, while you stand there and watch their asses leave. Blake must have been distracted and forgotten about you, but the hard on you're spotting is still raring to go.

Feeling bumped out, you keep walking towards a solitary palm tree on the beach that Blake was leading you to. There are a few other couples and threesomes occurring around it. When you get to the tree, you see Sarah Hyland from Modern Family blowing some older guy. Her naked, shapely bottom is tempting, until you walk around to behind her and see cum dripping out of her asshole and pussy. Judging from the old guy's appearance, you doubt he had something to do with both deposits, and if you had to bet, Sarah Hyland is probably trying to give him his first orgasm of the day. You're the VIP of this whole shindig, so you don't feel like you need to go for sloppy seconds, or thirds.

You look around the beach. The party is back into full gear, and most people have paired up or are in groups. Most people are naked or barely clad, engaging in varying levels of petting and affection. Disappointed, you're about to head back to the tents and maybe find a latecomer or even just Alexandra, when you spot a lone figure exiting the waters at the far end of the beach that still within the boundary of the party. You can't see who it is from far, but it's a slim female with long black hair and you start walking towards her. She's a little too skinny for your taste, but you can't deny that she looks good and you guess she'd be a good lay. As you approach her, you recognize her from the Fast and Furious movies. It's Jordana Brewster.

She's in a blue bikini and the water is dripping off her body as she starts to put on a beach dress. She only has it around her arms when she sees you and tries to walk to the side, but you shift to the side and match her path, and the closer you get, the harder it is for her to evade you.

"Hey," you say when you're within a few feet.

"Hey." Jordana has her sunglasses on and she tilts her head to the side and tries to walk around you. You let her think she's about to pass, but you side-step at the last moment and she nearly walks into you. She steps back and stares at you uncertainly. You catch her sneaking a peek down at your junk.

"Huge fan," you remark.

"Uh, thanks."

"Here alone?"

Jordana bites her lower lip, thinking about how to respond to you. "Uh... yeah. My husband couldn't make it. I thought it might be fun when I got the invite."

"You're not having fun?"

"It's... different from what I expected. I thought it was a beach party."

"It is."

"It's... you know what I mean... Listen, I just thought since I was here already I would take a dip in the water then leave. I don't want any trouble."

You step to the side. "It's no trouble," you say and Jordana starts to walk by you, "but it's customary to bring the host of a party a gift." You grab Jordana's arm and she jerks it back, though you still hang onto her.

"Sorry, I didn't bring anything..."

"It's okay. I know what I want," you leer. There's no pretense to hide behind as you both know what you mean.

"I should get going. I shouldn't have come. This is really not my thing," Jordana says. She's looking around for help, but you two are far away from everyone else and even if you weren't, nobody would help her anyway. Your hand moves down her arm until you're holding her wrist, and you guide her hand onto your cock. She flinches and tries to rescind it, but you hold on tight and eventually she gets the message and wraps her cold fingers around your cock.