Erica heads back.

Finally, Erica **** herself to stand up. The aftermath of her orgasm left her jelly-legged, and even though her juices had evaporated without a trace from the sand, her legs were still glistening, as were her hands. Before heading back, it would be best for her to clean up a little bit.

There were no cleaning stations near this part of the beach, so Erica waded back into the ocean. The salt water would not be ideal for bathing, but at least the last traces of her wetness would be washed away until she took a proper shower.

Now that she was a little more presentable, Erica made her way back the way she came. She just felt loose and happy. Her hands kept on drifting back to her pussy, but she resisted. It wouldn't do to get dirty again just after washing up in the ocean.

As she came back around the final bend, and her car came back into view in the parking lot, Erica quickened her pace.