East, toward the large crowds

Feeling a little bolder than you had been after Jess's show, you pull her toward the east. She gives you a sultry, bemused smile, and says nothing as your hand slides from the small of her back to her taut left ass cheek. She walks steadily, and you wonder what's going through her mind as you get closer to the throng of people You had both talked about the lovely scenery as you began planning the trip, and Jess pointed out that a lot of the guys would be just as attractive as the girls. The "look, don't touch" motto sprang from the conversation, and Jess spots her first glimpse of eye candy.

You realize Jess is staring quickly, and the guy she's fixated on is certainly a sight. He's probably just over six feet, but is well muscled, and you swear he's oiled up. He's almost bronze, with a shock of blonde hair, and you're unsurprised Jess found him first. You feel twinge of jealousy that you push back the moment you sense it. She's been more than understanding, and you're sure that you won't have long to wait before you start staring too.

"See something you like?" you ask, teasing her. Jess looks down, and a slight flush touches her cheeks and ears.

"Sorry," she says quickly. You grin and squeeze her ass tightly. She grunts and you whisper in her ear.

"It's fine, baby. Just realize that all the girls are going to be hyper jealous of you the closer you get. Besides, we talked about it," you add. Jess blushes at your compliment and nods.

"I wish you knew how wet this walk was making me," she responds, and you cough to avoid groaning in her ear. As the two of you make your way closer to the groups of people, you realize half the women are wearing two piece bikinis, some of whom are barely fitting in the tops. Most of those are fake breasts, and Jess pats your arm. "Sorry John," she offers. "I know you like the real thing," she teases. "Oh, wait there's one," she points out, as if finding an endangered animal on a safari.

Your eyes follow your unbelievably generous girlfriend's arm to a beautiful woman. She's relatively pale, with dark brown hair, and you understand why Jess pointed her out. "Guys are so lucky," she breathes. "If I get caught staring at those, it's weird, but if you do it, you're just being a guy," she complains. She has reason to. The woman's breasts jiggle as she walks toward you, by herself. You judge her in her late twenties, and with every step, her tits' size become more and more apparent. She easily dwarfs your girlfriend's bust, and while you're no expert in bra sizes (though you can now spot a b cup), your estimation puts the woman walking toward you at a double D cup or higher. You and Jess are both transfixed as she walks by and just before she passes, she stops.

"Get a good look?" she asks, her eyebrows raised.