There's a lot of bees about these days, aren't there?
I was at this secluded beach, in my bikini, when I last got stung. I didn't see a bee, I didn't hear buzzing, but I felt the prick on my hip, and when I looked I saw what looked sort of like a typical bee sting. Sort of. Like it was red, and seemed to be glowing and pulsing -- but apart from that...
I say secluded beach, but there was this guy there. We'd been minding our own business up to then, keeping ourselves to ourselves. But just now he was wandering over to say hello.
"Hello beautiful," he said. "Fine weather we're having."
I smiled at the compliment, and agreed. Then I stopped smiling, because I started having a strong feeling of arousal... down there. And everywhere else, frankly.
At first he didn't notice anything -- well, why would he? But the feeling was making me... writhe, ever so slightly, and I was looking for somewhere to sit, because it seemed a real possibility that my legs would give way.
And he was right there, and maybe sort of taking an interest in me, so it wasn't long before he did maybe notice. "Are you right?" he said.
I don't want you to think I'm stupid or anything, but perhaps I do have a habit of oversharing. I wasn't interested in him, he was fortyish with a bit of a gut and no physique to speak of. I'm 24. But as I say, I do this oversharing thing sometimes.
"It's just that I'm suddenly feeling... incredibly horny... for some reason," I replied.
"Is that so?" he said, typical useless clueless man that he was.
"Indeed it is!" What a stupid thing to say! But this was probably worse. "My... you know... pussy is wet and sort of buzzing, and my nipples are tingling too!"
Oversharing, right? I hope he doesn't try to take advantage of me, thought I, presciently.
This was when he made his first helpful suggestion. "You can put your arm around my neck if you need support." And I did need support, so I took his advice.
On the downside, this meant my hard nipple was rubbing against his bare man boob. And it was only then I noticed the tent in his bright red trunks -- because his pole was nuzzling into my tummy!
So I certainly wasn't getting any less aroused. I needed to get away from him, to get back to the car. And get myself off!
"How do you feel now?" he said. "What else can I do to help?" And then he innocently slipped his arm around my bare waist, and pulled me closer. Both my nips were now rubbing against him, and his bone slid down past my needy pussy lips.
It was no good. I was going to cum long before I could get to the car. So what to do?
I still didn't fancy him, after all. But the seconds to my explosion were ticking away, so I needed a plan.
More oversharing is all I came up with.
"I'm gonna... cum," I said. "I'm only... seconds away."
"Oh no!" he replied. "How embarrassing for you!" Was he taking the piss?