Beach

It's been years since you've had the chance to relax on a beach, plus that's where Raul was going. If there were any chance you could fuck him again before you got all of this sorted out, then you were going to take it.

You dress quickly in a neon pink bikini with a g-string bottom. You admire your curves in the mirror and then rush out before you have to start masterbating again.

Perfect white sand stretches from your deck to the water. With the sun approaching midday, the beach has field up but nothing like what you've seen at Daytona. Within sight you count maybe twenty people, some on towels and others in the water. None of them are your new friend with the enormous cock.

As you near the water you discover that you're apparently on a clothing optional beach. All of the women are sun bathing nude, while a few of the guys have taken a chance to bare all. Not wanting to be different you quickly strip down.

Near the spot you selected there are two people each setting alone. One is a tanned blonde with huge tits and a big butt. Her legs are parted, revealing a cleanly shaved pussy. She isn't as hot as you, but in any other place she would have been a ten. On the opposite side is a man in a beach chair. He has been checking you out for a while. He is fortish, but very fit. His limp cock juts out from a mound of salt and pepper pubes.