No, but leave her your room number

As the two of you walk up the beach, you ask if Missy has any plans for the evening. She tells you she plans to have dinner with her brother and niece. You ask if she would be willing to see you again this week.

"I would like to see you again. How can I give you my number", Missy asks.

"My room number is 1234. Please call me when you get back to your room, and leave me your number", you suggest.

"I will do that. Just so you know, I wasn't kidding. That smile my family will see during dinner is me thinking about how you flooded my unprotected pussy with hot cum, and how I did nothing to get it out. I wonder if I am going to look like that cheerleader", Missy tells you with a coy look.

You stop, shocked by her statement. Before you can get your voice back, Missy has disappeared into the crowd.

Dazed by Missy's words, you wander up the beach. You see a volleyball game in progress and stop to watch. The teams seem well matched. The teams are co-ed, 3 to a side.

10 minutes into your watching, a member of each team says they have to go. The game continues, but the dynamic is lost. A cute girl steps out of the crowd to get in the game. The other team needs someone, and sees you. You weren't planning on playing, but figure you can burn off some energy.

The game goes well, but the new girl is very aggressive. After spiking you twice, you figure she needs to be taught a lesson. You spike her as you can, and make her dive often. She is covered with sand quickly, but she is making you eat as much sand as she is.

The game stops for a 5 minute break, which all of you need. You finish off 2 bottles of water before you even feel some relief. While drinking your third, you look over at the girl. She looks 25 and very fit. She has brushed most of the sand of her shorts and took her top off to shake it out, leaving her standing in a well filled sports bra. She pulls the edges away to take out some of the sand, then puts the top back on.

When the game resumed, so did the hard playing. Both of you were directing shots at the other. It does not take long to be sand covered again. The game ends with a spike by the girl, which you can't dig out of the sand.

It is time for you to get back to your room. You stop at the water barrel, getting one for the road. As you pull one out, you hear a voice asking, "Would you get me one, too?"

Turning around, it is the sporty girl who takes the water bottle from you asking, "Hey, I'm Tina. What's your name?" You tell her, and ask if she played volleyball competitively. Tina tells you she hasn't hit a ball since high school, but loved having someone to play hard against.

You take that as a compliment, as it has been a while since you played any game that hard. The two of you walk up the beach towards your hotel. When you get close, you say, "This one's mine. Where are you staying at?"

Tina says she is staying in a small place about a mile down the beach. Looking at you, she asks, "This sounds forward, but my outfit is full of sand. I am gonna die before I get back to my room. Could I impose upon a fellow sportsman to use your shower?"

You see she is as sand covered as you, and feel it is the right thing to do. "Sure, come on up. It looks like the sand attached itself to your sunscreen, just like me", you notice.

Both of you brush off before entering the hotel, and catch an elevator to your floor. Like always, it take a half dozen swipes to get the room card to work. When you get into the room, you point Tina to the shower.

You hear the shower flowing, as you get a sports drink from your cooler. The sound stops, and you see Tina walking out of the shower, with a towel wrapped around her. She has her clothes in her hand. You notice the towel is tied on the side, and she is showing some nice cleavage.

Tina goes onto the balcony, and places her wet clothes on the chairs to sun and wind dry. Then she returns to the shower. You know she is washing lots of sand off her, and will not be out for awhile. You go out and pick up the sports bra. You find where it says it is a C cup, and remember Tina filled it fully.

Soon after, Tina wanders out in the towel and gets her clothes. One more trip to the shower, and she emerges clean, with dry clothes.

She thanks you, and as she leaves, she gives you a tight hug. You like the feel of those breasts pushed against you. You tell her it was no big deal, and she leaves.

You lock the door, and strip off your dirty stuff, making sure it is not messing up your clean stuff. After a long shower, you are ready for a nap.

It take you no time to fall asleep.