Random hottie on the beach

The first place that came to mind for your search to get laid was the beach. You had tried many times to hook up there when you were still square, ending with one too many drinks from the lonely nights after. It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon and the beach goers would be everywhere. You wasted no time in heading towards your favorite hunting ground in a 'borrowed' luxury sports car which you politely asked a rich man to hand over at a red light. It was a nice set of wheels. All American muscle at the rev of the engine, and a a few miles away from some beach going pussy. When you arrived, you parked your new car at the nearby parking lot and scoped the place out. As you had predicted, it was packed with the usual group. Men with washboard abs. Women laying on their fronts and backs on beach towels. Couples relaxing under beach umbrellas. Surfers out in the surf. There were many to choose from, and the moment you stepped onto the sands, you spotted the hot little number cuddling up with her boyfriend/husband.

They looked like they were having a blast of a time. Upon closer inspection, you could overhear their conversation from a few meters away.

"So glad we could take some time off. Are you sure you're fine with this beach, babe?" You hear the man speak.

"Well, yeah! Its way cheaper than taking a plane flight halfway across the country. I mean, its way closer to our house too!" Her voice was like a melodic song in your ears.

"I dunno. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to do this before the wedding. You still have to pick the dress. Aunt Helen hasn't gotten back to us."

"Hush, baby! We need this! After all we've been through, we deserve a little off time on our own."

You could not help but smile. What a lovely soon to be married couple. It wouldn't be a shame to ruin it all for them, considering you were eyeing the woman's rack the entire time. Too bad for them. You approached casually up towards them and leaned down under their umbrella. You did not bother to excuse yourself.

You spoke in a clear authoritative tone, "Miss, please follow me. Sir, stay here until your fiance gets back. I have some business with her."

Despite the fact that you were clearly not a cop or a life guard, the couple separated just like that, completely oblivious to your intentions. You got her to follow you through to the back of the parking lot where you parked, a place that was relatively secluded for the privacy you would need to defile this pretty woman to your leisure. Your dick was straining to be released from your pants by the mere proximity to her and as soon as she was out of view from the general public, you turned around to stop her.

"What seems to be the problem?" She asked innocently.

"The problem is that you still have your top on. Take it off." You answer immediately as your eyes glue to her chest.

She complied without shame or doubt to your clearly depraved request, reaching for her straps to undo them and pulling off the fabric. The sight of her exquisite tits that jiggled free was one to behold. You take a moment to take in the scene, a woman having just stripped off her top for you in a semi public place for your eyes only. You could not suppress another wicked grin as you stare at your wonderful round mounds.