You find some unlikely success

You walk back to where you were, and see your friends sitting together in a half-circle, staring at the women walking by without an ounce of subtlety.

When you arrive, they look at you and laugh, making donkey noises for lack of knowledge of what a zebra sounds like. You try to laugh along with them, hiding your embarrassment at showing up in this loud revealing swimsuit.

"I got the ball," you say, gently kicking it into the circle. They all get up, and start kicking it between them, until Ross gives a hard kick that passes been you and rolls over, gently hitting one of a group of girls nearby that haven't been driven away by your friends' leering. Seeing through the ruse, when Ross goes to pick up the ball, she throws it aggressively to the ground behind him, where it rolls past you and into another group of sunbathers. As you walk up to them sheepishly, you think that this is it, once you've got the ball back it's time to move on before you embarrass yourself further. This is confirmed by the row of rolled eyes that you see as you walk up to the ball, except for one girl wearing a skimpy bikini in the same disorienting zebra pattern as your own.

"Twins!" she exclaims as she hands you the ball. "They really suit you!"

"Thanks," you mumble, unable to find your words.

"You're not from around here, are you?" she asks enthusiastically. "Here on vacation?"

"Yeah," you respond, slowly gaining some confidence. "Some friends and I came to spend some time in the sun at the beach."

"I think we can all see that you guys are out of your normal comfort zone," she says, winking. "At least you found a proper swimsuit."

"I tell you what," she continues. "Why don't you take a break, and I'll let you buy me a drink. Maybe save you some humiliation."

You look around to see them all staring indiscreetly at a girl in a fluorescent pink thong walking towards the water, then look back at the beautiful tan woman in front of you.

"That sounds like a great idea" , you reply, and the nameless girl takes you by the hand as you walk back to pick up your bag. Your four friends start wolf-whistling as they see you together, ignoring the glare that you give them in the hopes that they won't ruin everything.

But together you head from the beach back to the bar where you started your morning, and order a cocktail for each of you. The two of you chat for a bit, and you learn that she is an art major named Salomé, born in Rio, and single despite her beautiful appearance, a fact that she attributes to the fact that she always prefers short flings with exotic types. She tells you a bit about the city and how it was growing up there, and after your second cocktail you build up the courage to ask her if she wants to come back to your place. To your amazement, she says yes, and you leave the bar for the apartment.

When you get there, you soon see that the two of you are alone, and you sit side-by-side on the sofa and begin to make out, wrapping one arm around her waist, and cupping a breast in the other, barely covered by her zebra-print bikini. Her breasts are too big to fit into one hand, and you can feel from their firmness that they are mostly silicone. She lets her own hand wander, and grasps your erection through your tight swimsuit.

"Mmm," she says with a smile. "Someone's happy to see me. I know how to handle that."