Anton and Gabrielle

Anton couldn't believe his luck. He had somehow managed to get first dibbs on the most beautiful woman at the meet up. Fiona may have been his target, but he had lusted for Gabrielle since the moment that he first saw her. What's more, she seemed just as up for fun as he was.

"What should our first activity be," he asked her, half believing she would want to head straight for bed. Her answer though wasn't that surprising.

"Let's head for the nude beach. I want to tan a bit and play in the water."

Gabrielle caught his little smirk and figured that he had expected that answer. Where he had been lusting for her, she hadn't really cared who her first partner was, and just wanted to connect and have fun. There was something off-putting about Anton's attitude though that had her skeptical about him.

They made their way to the beach together and found that a fair number of people were about, but not so much to make the area crowded. A few younger guys were digging what Gabrielle could only dub as "The biggest hole ever," while their girlfriends watched and laughed at their shenanigans. Further down the beach were a few couples sitting on beach towels and sharing some beers.

"This place seems fun," Gabrielle said as she laid out her beach towel and started to strip. Anton had also laid out his towel, but stopped to admire the Hispanic beauty. She had the best curves of all the women in their group, and her tan was perfect already. He suspected that she more enjoyed putting on a show than actually tanning.

"Aren't you going to join me?"

"Oh yes, just taking in the view first."

"There is plenty of time for that, come on and get comfortable."

"You can't wait to see it huh," Anton stated smugly. He missed Gabrielle rolling her eyes as he took iff his shirt. He made a big show of stripping off his shorts and underwear in one go and releasing his already hardening cock.

"Feeling frisky I take it? Is that all for me, or is our surroundings too much for you?"

"I think you should just look at it as a compliment," he countered before continuing. "I know its impressive. Just wait until you see what it can do for you. You may never look at your husband the same again."

Gabrielle looked at him coldly for a moment and then asked him to repeat himself. The harshness in her tone was more than enough for even Anton to know that he had just fucked up.

"What I meant was, not a lot of men can match my skill. It wasn't-"

"I know exactly what it was. You aren't the perfect fuck boy that you like to imagine. Some women actually adore their husbands and don't take it well when someone tries to be flaunt and strut like some peacock."

Gabrielle grabbed his pants and tore the key from his pocket before gathering her cloths and marching off. Anton was left looking dumbfounded and started after her, but she called out that he best not dare until after dinner.