Order a drink

Leanne spotted a guy walking around bringing drinks to some of the other people on the beach. ‘What the hell,’ she thought. She was on holiday after all. She called the guy over, a tall black guy with a brightly coloured shirt open all the way down and showing his chiselled abs and firm pecs.

“What you want, beautiful lady?” he asked with a warm grin.

The guy was very handsome and Leanne instinctively pushed her breasts upwards as she gazed up at him while admiring his physique up close. “Um, what would you recommend?” she asked nervously.

“I got jus’ da ting,” he replied, before turning back to the bar and returning a few moments later with a drink almost as brightly coloured as his shirt. He passed it to Leanne and she took a sip. Her mouth was instantly filled with a glorious mix of flavours.

“Oh wow!” she exclaimed. “That’s amazing!” She turned to grab her bag. “How much is it?”

“Don’t worry, beautiful,” he told her. “I’ll start a tab. What’s yer name?”

“Leanne,” she answered, smiling up helplessly at him.

“Please ta meet ya, Leanne,” he offered his large hand. Swamping her tiny digits as he shook it lightly. “See ya around, Leanne. Jus’ gimme a shout if you wan another one.”

“I’ll make sure I do,” she grinned. Sucking down the drink as her mind imagined something else between her lips.

The drink went down quickly and it wasn’t long before she was calling the guy over to order another one. She wasn’t sure if she was ordering them because she liked the taste or more because it was a good excuse to talk to the guy again. Either way, by the time she’d finished her third Leanne was starting to feel a little light-headed.

She decided to have a little break from the drinks and lay down on her towel soaking up the sun. When she opened her eyes she realised she must have drifted off for a while. The combination of the hot Caribbean sun and the **** proving too much. As she sat up she felt like something was missing. Peering down she was surprised to see her naked breasts.

Leanne quickly squeezed her arm around her chest and looked around her. There was no sign of her bikini top but several of the other sunbathers were staring in her direction. Where the hell was her top? She was pretty sure she hadn’t removed it. But then why would someone else take it? And when? She couldn’t sit there all day with her hand holding her breasts. But what could she do?