The beach!

The dark green sedan pulled off the highway into a small, sandy parking lot. Zack sat behind the wheel, eyes closed, head back, almost as though he was asleep. After a few moments, his face twisted and he let out an inaudible gurgle before Sarah sat up and wiped her mouth with a laugh.

"Oh my God, that was awesome! I can't believe I just gave road head! Whooo!" Rolling down the window, she swished some water around in her mouth and spat it onto the sand.

Zack grinned lazily. "I can't believe I just got road head. Seriously, babe, you're a maniac."

She was already out and standing impatiently by the small walkway that led over the dunes to the beach. "Zack, come on! This ass isn't gonna ogle itself!"

Unlike the parking lot, the beach was bustling. A group of twenty-somethings was playing volleyball, families frolicked in the surf, and scattered couples and singles walked the beach chatting or listening to music on headphones.

"Watch this," Sarah said conspiratorially. She set her bag down directly behind one of the teams playing volleyball and bent over to rummage through it right before the serve. Predictably, several members of the team facing her were distracted and one of the members let the ball sail right past her. She blushed deeply when she realized what she'd done and Sarah returned smugly to Zack's side.

"God, these things are incredible!" she said, reaching up to give her thinly-clad chest an appreciative shake. "I always felt like a fucking gargoyle when people stared at me. It never even occurred to me that they're ogling me! This changes everything!"

Zack laughed. "I've never met anyone this excited to be objectified. Should I be jealous?"

Sarah took his hand and looped it around her waist. "Not if you clearly mark your territory," she said with a wink. "Let's go for a walk."

They strolled along the beach, Sarah exaggeratedly swaying her hips every time they passed a horny high schooler or middle-aged guy. It rarely failed to catch their eye, much to her delight.

"What's it feel like?" Zack asked. "All those eyes on you? You can't be uncomfortable, so what are you feeling?"

She thought about it. A jogger passed them, trying hard but ultimately failing not to glance at her cleavage. She basked in the attention for a second before answering.

"It's like getting a like on a social media post, except about my body. You know, when that little heart or star or whatever appears and you know that someone somewhere appreciated what you said? It's like a little thumbs-up they're giving me."

"You don't feel like a piece of meat?" he asked. "It doesn't bother you, their eyes roaming all over you like that? What am I saying, of course it doesn't. But it would normally, right?"

She giggled. "It's hard to even picture that. Could you picture me out on the beach at all, let alone dressed like this? Ever since I was a kid I interpreted attention as negative attention. Sure, it's objectifying and demeaning when men just drool over your flesh, but that's always been theoretical for me."

"Theoretical? You mean you've never been ogled until now?"

"I'm sure I've been ogled plenty," she said, emphasizing her point with a little bounce that sent tremors through her exposed cleavage. "But I've never really realized it. I told you, every time someone stared at me I imagined I was a freak or weirdo. It never occurred to me that they were staring because they liked how I look. It's crazy! All these eyes on me and it's because I'm so fucking hot!"

She loosed herself from him and did a little twirl in the sun, laughing joyously. Shen she came to a stop, she was facing a pale, freckled girl on a blanket. When they made eye contact, the girl quickly averted her gaze to the paperback she was reading. Zack realized that she had been staring.

"Hey babe, do you mind if I go make that poor girl's day?" Sarah asked.

"What did you have in mind?"

"Oh, you'll see..." she replied innocently before bouncing over to the girl.

When she realized they were approaching her, the girl buried her nose even deeper in the book. Sarah was undeterred. She walked up and introduced herself.

"Hey there, I'm Sarah! What are you reading?"

The girl wordlessly showed them the paperback - Three Years by Chekhov. She cleared her throat nervously. "Did you need something?"

Sarah looked down at her beatifically. She crouched so that the woman wouldn't have to look up into the sun to make eye contact. "I wanted to come over here and tell you you're gorgeous. You're a beautiful young woman and any gal would be lucky to have you. You know that, right?"

The girl blushed deeply and looked down at her book. "I don't know..."

"Hey! None of that! I saw you watching me earlier and I just wanted to tell you I don't mind. Don't feel ashamed of who you are or what you want. You've just got to seize it!"

With that, she grabbed the girl's face and shoved it into her cleavage. Zack and the the stranger both yelped in surprise at the same time, but the stranger quickly relaxed into Sarah's arms. Sarah stroked her hair while the girl moved her lips across the tops of her breasts. Zack opened his mouth to speak but Sarah mouthed just wait.

After a second the girl shuddered and made a strange **** sound. Zack was alarmed until he heard it again and recognized it. The girl was now sobbing into Sarah's chest uncontrollably. Sarah continued to stroke her hair and whisper to her.

"Shhh, you're ok. You're ok. You love these tits, huh? You'll find a nice girl soon with great big tits who'll make you feel whole and complete. It's not me but it's gonna be someone even better. You'll read Camus and go to the beach and make each other feel good. You just have to remember that you're worth it."

The girl's sobbing slowly died down as Sarah continued to encourage her. Finally, after she'd been silent for a minute or so, she drew back. Her neat ponytail had come loose and her face was streaked with tears, but she was smiling.

"I don't even know who you are," she said suddenly. She looked as though she had come out of a deep slumber.

"And you don't need to," Sarah replied before grabbing Zack's hand and turning back down the beach.