I walked on the beach surveying a wealth of beautiful flesh, but I didn't see what I was looking for until I had wandered about ten minutes. Then I spied a very good possibility. I moved next to a young woman, mid-20's, a little over-weight, very large and round boobs, shoulder length and mousy-brown hair, and alone. She was wearing a one piece bathing suit that screamed "K-mart" and she was reading one of those trashy, romance novels. I got her attention, "Mind if I set down here?"
She smiled and looked me up and down. "Sure, why not."
I dropped my towel and spread out. After a minute of so, I started up some mindless conversation about weather and sunshine and tourists. She warmed to me pretty fast. When I offered her one of the drinks, she jumped.
She downed a mini-bottle; I got closer to her. Our conversation got more personal. I learned that her name was Amy, she was from Cleveland, she worked as a grocery clerk and volunteered much of her free time with an animal rescue shelter, and she was here for a week alone.
I kept her talking about herself and kept offering her drinks. After the fourth one, I noticed that her words were a bit slurred and she was getting a bit giddy. I told her that my wife was "tied up for the day," but that I bet they would hit it off well. I invited her back to our hotel to meet my wife and for some more drinks. I thought she was disappointed hearing about a wife, but she accepted the invitation.
As we walked back to the hotel, I ran through the situation in my mind. She was alone and lonely, a little bit drunk, self-conscious and willing. As we rode up the elevator, I wondered how she would react to Helen tied to our bed.
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