Wrong beach

As Leanne lay back on her towel, her toned young body soaking up the rays of the hot Caribbean sun, she noticed someone approaching her. She turned her head to see a tall, muscular black man striding closer. After a second of admiring his physique her eyes swiftly dropped to the thick dark shaft swinging between his legs. The guy was completely naked!

“You new here?” he asked in a thick Jamaican accent. Leanne nodded slowly. Barely able to look the guy in the face. “Dis is da nudist beach. If you wanna stay here ya gotta be nude.”

Leanne’s mouth fell open, and not just because she was still ogling the guy’s dick. She looked around her and soon realised that everyone else was nude too. In her initial scan of the beach’s occupants she’d someone failed to notice the lack of clothing. She’d been too caught up in revelling in the admiration as they all stared at her.

Now she could guess why they were staring in her direction so intently. Not only was she the only one covered up, but they were also probably eager so watch her strip off and show them that hot young body of hers.

Had she someone missed the tourist beach when she left the hotel? Or did the receptionist fail to inform her of that vital piece of information? Either way, Leanne was left with two options.