Somewhere for lunch

Leanne was beginning to feel a little hungry after her morning’s excitement and had spotted a small restaurant by the rear of the beach. She gathered her things and after a final glance towards the group of lads she headed towards it.

She was still gaining many admiring stares as she walked along the beach. A mix of both locals and tourists checking out her tight young body. As she arrived at the entrance to the restaurant she lifted her sunglasses on top of her head and smiled warmly at the maître d’. She was an attractive young black woman who stared blankly back at her.

“Um, I’d like a table for lunch please,” said Leanne. A little confused by the woman’s manner.

“Excuse me miss, but I’m afraid you won’t be able to come in here like that,” replied the waitress.

“Like what?” asked Leanne.

She looked around and saw several of the waiters staring at her as well as a few of the other customers. She peered down and that’s when she realised she was still topless. In all the excitement of teasing the group of young guys she’d completely forgotten to cover up. Her pert tits were still a little damp from the water and looked amazing. That would explain why she was getting so many glances as she walked up the beach.

Leanne’s face went bright red and she quickly scrabbled in her bag for her kaftan to cover up. “I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.” she stammered. The girl examined Leanne closely. Her face still the same. Leanne wondered if was going to let her in or not. She wasn’t even sure if she could face the others diners after they’d seen her half-naked.