Chapter 8
by brambank
Which beach should Leanne choose?
The local beach
Leanne didn’t really want to spend her day among fat, middle-aged tourists so decided to check out the beach the locals used to get that more authentic experience. She asked the receptionist to organise her a taxi and twenty minutes later she was looking at a glorious Caribbean beach with turquoise waters.
“This is why I came here,” smiled Leanne as she kicked off her flip flops and stepped onto the soft white sand.
She could feel people already staring at her as she made her way along the beach looking for a place to sit. Almost everyone appeared to be local with just a few groups of other tourists scattered here and there. Being a lone white girl she suddenly began to feel a little nervous.
“Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea the first day,” she whispered.
Eventually she found a spot and spread out her towel before sitting down and removing her kaftan. Now she felt even more exposed. In just her little yellow bikini there seemed to be so many eyes pointing in her direction. Her hot young body barely covered and her tight arse cheeks almost fully visible in the thong of her bikini bottoms. The top enhanced her breasts and pushed them up, making her cleavage look even better than usual.
After a while Leanne began to enjoy the attention and even started getting off on it. She grabbed the sunscreen from her bag and began sensually applying it to her body. Making sure to give her cleavage, arse and legs plenty of attention.
As she lay back on towel she glanced at her surroundings. The ocean was ahead of her and on either side lots and lots of dark bodies. She noticed a few keeping a cautious eye on her, but for the time being no-one had bothered to engage her. For the time being she lay back on the towel ready to enjoy the hot sun.
What happens later?
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Leanne goes on holiday
Leanne travels to Jamaica for a well-deserved break
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