Try to make nice

You throw the makeshift flag into the water and follow the girl. “So, uh, maybe I jumped the gun a little there, but those wet clothes were going to give us a cold anyway, right?” She gives you the cold shoulder. “My name’s John. What’s yours?” You extend your hand out as if to shake, and she considers it briefly before staring daggers at you. “Jessica.” She says tersely, then turns around and starts rummaging through a suitcase. Damn, you were kinda hoping she’d fall for it and release the grasp on her breasts she has so you could get another look at her perfect pink nipples.

“So, Jessica…” you search for something to say. “Why were you going to Spain?” She grabs a large, tacky T-shirt out of the suitcase with a picture of a big smiley face and the words “WORLD’S HAPPIEST GRANDPA”, then slips it on. “I was going to meet with some investors. I guess THAT isn’t going to happen now…” she said bitterly as she searched through the bag for anything else of use. “So you’re like… a buisness… person? Woman, I mean?” You’re real smooth, you know that?

She gives you a tired look and moves on to the next suitcase. “Yeah. I’m a business person.” She bends over to unzip the suitcase, giving you a great view of her ass and her plain black panties stretched out over it. She has a perfect posterior, just the size for grabbing ahold of and… Your train of thought is interrupted as you feel your erection pushing against your boxers again, and you remember that you have nothing to hide it with at all. Your arousal is going to be pretty obvious if she turns around.

Of course, that’s exactly what happens. “What about you, why were you—“ she pauses as she turns to see your length silhouetted against your underwear. You notice that she’s staring at you, despite the fact that she’s still obviously angry with you. You know from experience that you’re above average in the size department, and the fact that she’s enraptured with your cock certainly isn’t doing anything to quench your growing lust.