Bianca wants to take you somewhere private

Bianca doesn’t reply right away. She chews on her sunglasses while you stand before her, covering your dick with shaking hands. All the while, she keeps her gaze fixed on your hands as if she can see through them.

The sight of this gorgeous Italian women chewing her glasses is making your cock growing harder and harder. If she decides to throw you out, you’re going to be **** to do your walk of shame with a full erection.

After what feels like an eternity, she returns her sunglasses to the front of her shirt and says, “I’m taking you to my boss. We’ll see what she has to say.”

Before you can even process the words, she grabs you by the wrist and drags you away. You stumble in the sand and struggle to cover your erect cock with one hand.

You look at the ground as you hear the women behind you calling “ciao” and blowing kisses as you walk away. You try to keep pace, but notice that Bianca is taking you further away from the beach and onto a path. You’re grateful that the narrow path has vegetation around it so that you’re no longer out in the open, but you’re **** to find anything you can use for cover.

“Um, Bianca,” you say. “Maybe we can stop by the help desk before meeting your boss? I could borrow some clothes? Or a towel? Or really, anything that could-”

Bianca releases your hand and turns around. Your bare feet shuffle to a stop on the dirt path and as you struggle to regain your balance, you accidentally expose your dick for a moment. You clap your hands back over it before Bianca can look down.

“My boss is at the help desk,” she says. “We cannot go there.”

“What?” you ask as you look around. Thankfully, you and Bianca are alone, but who knows how long before somebody passes this way?

“If my boss sees another naked American boy here, she’ll throw you out in a second. She won’t believe your story.”

“But you believe me, right? I swear I’m not the type of guy who goes to nude beaches.”

Bianca smiles softly. “Of course,” she says as her eyes drift downward. “I could tell by your... how you say.... tan lines.”

You take a moment to laugh awkwardly and clear your throat before responding, “So, uh, do you have anything I can wear?”

Bianca pouts her lips. With two well-manicured fingers, she grips the leg of her tight, red, spandex shorts. She pulls it away an inch or so before letting it snap back to her bronze skin. “These are all the clothes I have, Sam,” she says in her Italian accent. “Did you want me to take them off for you?”

“Oh, no! No. I’m sorry, not at all. I just. Um. I was just....”

You lose your train of thought as Bianca’s full, pouting lips curl into a smile. “You American boys,” she says as she reaches up and gives your cheek a soft pinch. “So cute. But so shy.”

She turns around and you’re frozen in place, watching her ass move under her shorts as she walks away. After she takes a few steps, she looks back and says, “The only way I can get you something to wear is if you follow me. Are you coming?”