“See, see, I told you it would be beautiful,” she says so excitedly in a way that makes her seem more like a little kid with the way she’s running towards the water jumping up and down and splashing in it.
If I weren’t seeing it with my own eyes I never would have believed a place like this even exists considering all those old buildings that we drove past, and as I begin walk around and see if I can see past the overgrowth it’s just as though someone made a little retreat on purpose with the way it’s just so isolated. I have a feeling we’re going to be coming back a lot more next summer now that I’m aware there is such a place.
“You were right,” is all I say as it feels as though we’ve somehow been transported to a place you only see on a post card.
“Let’s get naked and feel the sun on our bodies,” she says as she takes her t-shirt and shorts off and stands in front of me wearing a string bikini so skimpy that I just know she would be asked to leave any public beach if she ever showed up looking like this.
I’m sure any lifeguard escorting her off the beach would probably get a hard-on too, and between the two patches of material covering her nipples and the sliver of cloth covering her pussy it just brings back to me how she really does look like a model. I know most guys like big tits but it’s the whole package that impresses me the most, and when I was taking those pictures of her it kind of shocked me at how at ease she was with herself as opposed to how awkward I felt as I stroked myself in front of her.
“My first string bikini, what do you think,” she asks as I think she’s feeling uncomfortable because of the lack of cleavage she’s showing.
“I’ve told you over and over that you’re built just like a model,” I say as I can feel my cock straining against the material of my swimming trunks because of the affect she has on me.
“If that modeling studio isn’t seedy I’ll fuck you in front of Tristen just like the girls in the videos,” she says as she undoes the top and slides the bottoms down her legs.
The thought of Tristan being young and cute is what I know I’m going to be praying for if we actually do go through with it, and I just know that if she is I’m going to bang the piss out of the this skinny slut in front of me. But with my luck she’ll probably be old and fat with a big wart on the end of her nose. It’s just like I’m on an emotional roller coaster now as I vacillate between her being my lover or my slut, and the way my cock is throbbing as I’m looking at her I’m just not sure which one I’m looking at now.
“You’re incredible,” is all I can think to say as I slide my trunks off and stand in front of her with my cock sticking straight out at her.
“I think you’re going to very surprised with what happens there,” she says as she takes my hand and we begin walking along the beach totally naked in a way that just seems so surreal.
“I hope so,” I say as the feeling of the sun on my body just feels so much different because of the lack of clothing.
It’s like I’m evolving with every minute that we’re together lately, and there’s even a part of me that’s kind of embarrassed because of the way I took her that first night. All I really wanted to do was stick my cock inside her and get off, but even though I still want to be in her it’s just not the same as it was anymore. I’m finding I want us to do things like play miniature golf, take in a movie or just go for a walk in the Mall. I’m falling for her and she knows it too, and I guess this little hideaway we’re enjoying now only proves it too.