Sunning

Ugh, at least with sunbathing, you can lay there without having to worry about containing yourself. "Well, we could sun a bit."

Zoe smiles and her eyes light up like some kind of dream just came true. Admittedly, for a weirdo you used to bully, it's kind of endearing, but also worrying. "Yay! C'mon, 'cmon! Let's lay down!"

She reaches into her bag, causing hope to well up in your chest. You try to lean in to see if you can spot any clothes inside, but all that Zoe pulls out is two beach towels. You also, unfortunately, catch sight of something else. You're not a short guy, and Zoe isn't a tall girl. With her strapless black one piece, you can't help but notice a good view down her surprisingly deep cleavage. She's not the hottest girl you know, but... Wow, how was she hiding those things all these years? They're huge. Imagine if Dana found out, she'd have no end of material to use against her.

You're snapped out of it when you notice a stirring just under your hands and break your gaze away from Zoe's cleavage before your erection can really get going. The weirdo squats down and lays out two beach towels, humming some odd, tuneless melody to herself. Isn't that from a kids' sho-Wow, it's not just up top where Zoe's blessed. Dat ass. She normally wears such frumpy, baggy clothes... Was she always this curvy?

She sits down on one of the towels and pats the one next to her, grinning up at you. Grateful to hide your bare cock, you move to lie face-down on the towel next to her, one hand desperately cupping your shame until your dick is finally pinned between you and the towel.

You glance to your side to see Zoe lean on her back, her breasts wiggling and settling atop her chest from the sudden motion like a pair of gelatin molds. A sharp intake of breath marks your surprise arousal. No, no, no. This is Zoe. Not Rebecca or Candy. Zoe is not hot, not even in a shortstack way.

You try to just relax, enjoy the warm sun, and ignore your nudity. But a shuffling next to you draws your attention to your technical captor. She's pulling a bottle of sunblock out of her bag. You don't know if she wants to put it on you or wants you to put it on her, but you don't like either option...