The Beach!

Frank dressed hurriedly and started out the door towards the beach. As he started out the door he had a sudden impulse, traced his steps backwards to the table, and took the note. He folded it neatly and put it into the pocket of his buttoned down shirt, then hurried down the stairs.

Three blocks away from his apartment he suddenly realized he was walking past the nearest strip joint. The cover charge was a little steep, but he considered that it might be worth the price and forked over a few bills to the gruff looking bouncer at the door. He knew the place was billed as being open 24/7 but was surprised to find a healthy breakfast crowd watching a tired looking blond stripper dancing topless in a cheap-looking, red, satin thong. Several of the men were standing around a breakfast buffet table but still watching the tired stripper gyrate seemingly void of motivation with a few bills hanging from her thong.

"Awright awright AWRIGHT," the DJ shouted! "Lets hear it for my main girl Warm Vanilla Sugar! Next we have a hot desert wind from the southwest! Let's hear it for the lovely Phoenix!"

There was a smattering of dull applause as a shorter, but very pretty dark-haired girl came to the stage dressed in a slinky brown bra and panty set, complete with net stockings and heels. She held on to the stripper pole as "Sugar," the stripper that just finished stepped off the stage.

Frank looked at her and began to imagine her slipping her thin, satin panties off. Almost immediately she froze in her tracks and turned to meet his gaze. Without hesitation she reached down and slid her panties off, stepping out of them while still wearing her patent leather stiletto heels. He fixed his eyes on her as she came toward him, eyeing her crotch and noting her tattoos that hadn't been visible at a distance. In lieu of pubic hair she had a tattoo of flames on her mons as if her pussy was on fire. She was tall and very stringy looking, her skinny body showing ribs but not so thin that her breasts looked deflated.

"You want me," she asked? He looked at her high heeled shoes and briefly considered having her remove them and before the thought left his mind she was bending over unbuckling the tiny strap at her ankles. On looking at her tiny, tight ass, though, the thought left his mind and it occurred to him that the heels put her ass on perfect level with his crotch.

"Oh, you like my ass, don'cha, baby." She said it matter-of-factly, not as if she was asking a question. "A lot of guys like my asshole. I get them to pay me a lot extra for it." She was wearing a fake seductive smile. Without a word he put his hands on her hips and turned her ass toward him. He unzipped his pants and looked around, but no one was paying attention to him, neither any of the other men or the bouncer at the front door.

"Wait a minute, baby, let me lube it up for you. Then it won't go in dry," she told him, spun around and went to her knees, helping him pull out his already half hard cock and plunging it into her mouth. She stopped, spit on his cock, then mouthed it again until it was fully hard and wet with her slobber. He hesitated letting her take his cock out of her mouth, but remembered her tight, tiny ass and at once she was bending over in front of him, painted smile looking over her shoulder.

He started pushing his cock into her asshole, painting it a little to smear her spit around her asshole, then shoving it. He was surprised when it slid in easily. In spite of her ass being a little loose it felt incredibly nice and her trim body had him anticipating that she would feel as good as she looked.

"Oh, yeah, baby, that feels so good," she repeated, a wooden tone to her voice as if she'd said the same phrase emotionlessly hundreds of times. "Oh, yes, fuck me! You're so big! You do me so good." It was like listening to a recording, or some kind of broken phonograph record.

He closed his eyes trying to concentrate just on the feel of her tiny body riding his cock. Instead he became conscious of the smell of cheap make-up and glitter. He reached forward and straightened her up into his arms so that she spooned against him and he could feel her ass against his lap. Her breasts were unnaturally hard and he realized she must have had breast enhancement. The smell of cheap make-up became even more obvious. Her head came back until his face was in her hair, stiff with hair spray and mousse'.

"Oh, yeah, do me, baby, do me good," she kept repeating without emotion.

He opened his eyes and suddenly realized she was counting her tips while he fucked away on her ass. He suddenly lost any desire to finish with her and straightened her up. His dick came out of her ass.

"Oh, yeah, baby, that was so hot. You do me so good," she said as he zipped up, still hard, and she continued to count her bills.

"What the hell was that," Frank thought as he turned away from her. He didn't bother trying another stripper, suddenly intent on continuing to the beach. He brushed past the bouncer without asking for his money back.

The beach was nearly deserted for a Saturday morning. Here and there were people taking advantage of the mid-morning sun, already high in the sky. In the distance he spotted a pretty blond in a striped bikini. He strode briskly down the boardwalk toward her. The closer he came the better she looked. She was a clean-looking college girl, a little short, but with shoulder length blond wispy hair and brunette roots. She was very slim and athletic looking, with pretty B-cup breasts.

As soon as he approached her he fixed her in his gaze and began to picture her taking off her top. Without hesitation she untied the strap at the back of her neck, first allowing it to drop and expose her firm, young breasts with little, brown nipples erect in the cool morning air. She twisted her bikini top so that the clasp was facing forward and she unbuckled it instantly and laid the top neatly on top of the beach towel where she sat sunning. Frank stopped for a minute to admire her young body, her tan lines crisp and innocent, her breasts a wonderful round shape and her legs toned and muscular right down to her tiny feet with spots of sand on the soles. He felt his cock hardening again.

He concentrated on her bikini bottom and she began to squirm back and forth, pulling at the sides until is was lower than the cheeks of her bubble butt and she slid them off her legs, placing them beside the top on her towel. She was now sitting completely naked and Frank was looking at her natural bush of light brown, curly pubes. Her blond wispy hair fluttered a little in the breeze as he approached closer to her. He was already trying to picture himself between her pretty knees. She turned her face up to him.

"Can I be on top," she asked?

"Sure," he answered, and began to lay down on part of her towel as she rose over him to her knees and let him take a position lying face up. He unbuckled and unzipped his pants as she struggled to pull them down. His cock sprang up, ready to enter her. At once she straddled him and began attempting to take him inside her, but he realized she was still very dry. He spit, wiped it on her cock and rubbed some on her pussy lips. She smiled down at him, not the wooden, painted smile of the stripper but a warm, amused smile of a young girl.

"Wait, let me turn around the other way," she said, half rose and threw one knee off of him, then threw the other knee over him so that she faced his feet. He held his cock pointed at her pussy and she took it in her hand and guided him into her pussy, wet with his spit. She felt really good. She was tight and muscular and he closed his eyes as she began to ride him.

She continued riding him for several minutes, but she didn't seem to be enjoying it. Her speed wasn't increasing and she didn't seem to be getting more insistent in her lovemaking the way he loved when he was having passionate sex with a woman. He sensed she was doing something with her hands. He warily opened his eyes to look and found she was facing the sun holding a reflector to her neck as she fucked him, trying to even out her tan even as she rode his cock. The sight of it made him lose his erection.

He hastily pushed her off his lap and got up, eying her as she settled back onto her towel completely naked, still trying to get a tan. When he quit paying attention to her she put her swimsuit back on and carried on tanning as if nothing had happened.

"Why isn't this working," he asked himself. He took the slip of paper out of his pocket and stared at it for a few minutes until he noticed the way it was worded.

The "more clothing they remove...the more aroused they become." He slowly realized that he'd chosen two women that were barely dressed to begin with. The stripper had only had one thing to remove, so she was barely aroused at all. The girl only had a bikini. If he wanted the woman to be really aroused she'd have to remove as much clothing as possible.

He wandered off toward his apartment wondering where to find a beautiful woman wearing a lot of clothes.