As always, constructive critiques are welcome. It is NOT constructive to tell me I'm stupid, unless you tell me WHY I'm stupid.
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The morning sun shines bright and hot, burning into the sand. I shift slightly in my chair, watching. The women on the beach, in various types of swimwear, hold my attention. I watch the teens scamper about, wearing very little, frolicking in the waves. I watch the 20 somethings, lying on the beach getting tanned. I watch the 30 somethings and up, reading or watching their children play in the surf. My cock is slightly stiff from my gazing. The bulge in my trunks is slightly noticeable, but I don't care. I want someone to notice...
I see you, wearing a nice tight one-piece white suit, cut very low, walking down the beach with your accessories. You can't see me watching you behind my sunglasses as you look for a vacant spot. You see some open sand about 10 feet in front of me, somewhat close to the surf, but not too close. You work your way over, dropping your beach bag and spreading out your towel. I watch your every move, watch you bend over to straighten your towel, watch your suit ride up into the crack of your very sweet ass. You turn and straighten the other end and I get my first glimpse of your tits. My cock swells. You straighten up and look right at me. I feign sleep while I watch you look me over. Your eyes stop at the growing bulge in my suit and you smile slightly. You sit down on your towel and get lotion from your bag. You squirt some on your arms, legs, chest, rubbing it in. As you are squirt some down your back, I make my move. I jump to my feet and come up behind you. You don't see me as I start to massage the lotion into your back and shoulders. You jerk and turn your head to see who is behind you.
"Sorry to startle you, but I noticed you needed a bit of help," I say, as I continue to massage your shoulders and down your back.
"Why, thank you. Normally, I just dump half a bottle across my shoulders and hope it drips down my back," you say, as I keep working your skin. The lotion is completely rubbed in now, but I don't stop. I keep massaging you, working my hands lower down your back, 'til my fingers meet the edge of your suit. I gently shift the fabric down slightly, caressing your skin and kneading your back muscles. You turn your head to me with a quizzical look.