AR Returns Ch53

FUTA giveth and FUTA taketh away. They aren’t all wins. Losses mean Loser Camp, and Loser Camp means that Riley can’t even get the small consolation lewdness of phone sex with Adella or the occasional pic from Jess. Her horniness was legendary when she was a closeted virgin; less so once she started getting some action.

Now, she’s back to that after back to back losses. It galvanizes her a little, and a win finally comes.

Riley wakes up at the Lodge with a smile on her face. She sits up with a big yawn, stretching.

Max is in the other bed, and she rolls over, frowning.

“Wowzer,” she says.

“Huh? Sorry.” Riley notes her morning wood, which towers, creating an impressive tent.

Max rolls over, presenting her back and putting a pillow over her head.

“Do what you have to,” she says.

“Nope. I’m gonna need this later.” Riley hops out of bed and hurries into the bathroom.

AR Returns

March is a busy time for Tampa. The beach is full of college students. Riley has two things going for her disguise as she and Adella stake out their spot with an umbrella and loungers: sunglasses and confidence.

Gone are the coverup and cutoff jean shorts.

Riley wears a skimpy side-tie bikini in blue, and she knows it’s good because Adella’s behaving like a caged animal; she probably wanted to fuck Riley in the changing room. She’s looking good too, but it’s just her usual sporty, black suit. Bulge and all.

Two spots down, Stef and Jess have their own loungers. Jess has her hair down and a white, string bikini that makes her look like something from a music video. She looks great, but it’s Stef who has surprised Riley: she has gone with a wrap, and she’s recently gotten a haircut. The result is a startlingly feminine look despite her lean frame.

Adella seems to like that too, but it’s hard to be too sure. Riley smiles contentedly, baking in the sun as Adella’s powerful fingers undo her bikini top to spread lotion on her back. Adella has great control, so the fact that Riley feels a half-chub back there means she’s struggling. Good. Riley’s been struggling as well, but that’s at an end now. At least for this weekend.

“Mmm.” She makes contented noises as Adella rubs lotion on her back.

Riley just wishes that they could be together in public with Jess and Stef. That would make this a real party, but not here. It’s too risky. There’s literally a FUTA-themed party area a quarter mile up the beach. Ingrid and some of the others are there, promoting FUTA in swimsuits of their own.

That makes Riley think. Where would they have to go for the four of them to hang out without having to worry about the public catching on?

It would take some serious traveling.