Staring Contest

“Alright blondy” Walker said unperturbed.

A wicked, but beautiful, smile bloomed on the girl’s face “how about a simple staring contest? First one who looks away from the others eyes loses.”

“You’re not going to grab my dick suddenly are you?” The man asked.

“Would you like me too?” the blonde asked unfazed.

Getting a glare from the large man.

“No touching then, your loss” the girl giggled.

“What do I get if you lose?” the man asked.

“I’ll suck your dick” the girl offered.

Another glare came from his fierce eyes.

“Fine, I’ll go inside and leave you to your lonesome, sourpuss” she said.

“Alright then” he said simply.

“Good, and go” she said quickly, bringing her bright blue eyes to his chestnut brown.

Walker blankly stared on, blinking periodically. While Ashley stared back with an ever present smile. Though soon from his peripheral vision he noticed one of her hands coming up.

“I thought we said no touching,” he clarified while keeping eye contact.

“No touching each other, we made no rule of touching… ourselves” she said, sliding one shoulder strap off her shoulder. Her left breast came into view, still in the man’s peripherals as he steadily kept eye contact. Even as she slid the other side off, both her massive mammaries free.

“Just one look down and you get a great view of a pair of amazing titties, scoring a date with the twenty two year old attached. What a deal” She tempted while keeping her eyes trained on his.

“I’m not as easy as you are apparently” the man taunted, very well versed in mind games.

His attempt however bounced off the girl's thick but smooth flawless skin. “Easy huh? Guess there’s no point in holding back now then” she said as she turned her body a bit, brought a leg up, spreading them wide open with nothing but a thin bit of fabric over her woman hood. Not for long though as she quickly peeled it away. Showing off her fresh brazilian wax, leaving an unimpeded view of her wet thatch. If Walker were to look down as the view was just outside his field of vision. However he didn’t even flinch.

“Oh you’re good Mr. Walker” the blonde said with a sultry gaze.

“Or maybe you’re not as tempting as you think you are,” he replied gruffly.

“Oh yeah talk to me dirty like that” she said as she brought a hand up to one of her boobs slowly kneading it. A soft moan followed, all while she stared deeply into the man's piercing brown irises.

“You touch yourself in front of all the guys you just met?”

“Yep I’m a dirty little whore, who needs a big fat cock right… aw” she moaned her other hand obviously rubbing her crotch “here.”

Not knowing what else to do Walker just stared on not saying anything. While Ashley continued to unabashedly touch herself. Loud heavy moans escaping her throat. Her eyes steady as ever just with fluttering eyelids.

Many minutes like this passed with Ashley getting more hot and bothered as time went on.

Suddenly “fuck” Walker said before launching his body towards Ashley’s.

“Woah what the…” a startled Ashley said as the man's large chest towered over her. Confused, she looked up as Walker watched as a police car passed by them.

Seeing it continue down the street and take the next turn Walker sighed, then paused realizing he looked away. Looking back he was greeted by a smug smile from a girl who knew she won. “My hero,” she said sarcastically.

The man huffed backing away. Now unabashedly looking over the girl's bare body. Getting a cute giggle from the girl before she wobbled her chest enticingly. “I’m free next Wednesday, pick me up here at lets say seven, surprise me though you should know I loooovvvvveee milkshakes” she said confidently. Then as if she was in her birthday suit she opened the door and walked out.

“Hey, you forgot something,” Walker said, holding up the mess of string that was her bathing suit.

“Oh? Keep it, we’re going to a nude beach anyway, bye bye” she said playfully waving, not covering a single inch of her nude form. Her lovely bottom swaying and bouncing with every step.

“Wait, nude beach… that means” Walker said putting together what all those girls were showing his friends inside.

“What is up with this school” he questioned before remembering he was now set to have a date with one of these girls. Something far outside of his expectations. He looked down at the mess of red white and blue fabric in his hand remembering how the girl looked in it, then out of it. Shaking it off he stuffed the garment in his pocket, however the image of the sexy blonde kept popping up.