American Nymphette #3

The beach looked pretty packed, I don’t know what I was expecting since it was Spring Break. I am not normally a beach person, I am much more of a woods kinda gal, but you gotta do what you gotta do. I walk to anal the nearest public restroom and into one asian of the changing rooms. Low and behold, the door to the changing room has been ripped down. Gotta love public facilities. Oh well, I have nothing to be ashamed of. I pulled my wavy blonde hair up into a bun and pulled off my shirt. I unclasped my bra and my breasts breathed a sigh of relief for about three seconds before I put on a black bikini top. Then I slid down the running pants I had on, exposing my unshaven outdoor vagina to the group of teenagers who were walking by. “Wow” I said to myself, “maybe I should have shaved before I came here.” But it didn’t bother me, I wasn’t out to impress anyone. So I slid up my pink bikini bottom. I applied sunscreen all over my small body. I was only five feet, three inches tall and weighed around 106 pounds with C cup breasts. My right leg was covered from the top of my thigh to my ankle with a tattoo that paid homage to my home state of Alaska. I was 30 years old but I could still pass as a college sorority girl. I calmed myself before I grabbed my things and stepped out. I had never worn anything like this in public before. Being raised in an extremely conservative family, this attire was completely new to me. I let my hair down, pulled it away from my face, and walked out into the sun. I made a beeline for the beach, found a spot that wasn’t too crowded, put my blanket out, and laid on my stomach. I spent a few minutes admiring all the eye candy around. There were so many college hunks at the beach and I’d be willing to let any of them violate me in whatever way they saw fit. Then I pulled out my book and began reading. I laid on the beach for a good two hours before I got thirsty. Not being extremely trusting of my fellow beach goers, I packed everything up and headed for a beach bar not too far away. I walked into open air bar crowded with shirtless college boys and they stunning lady friends. I sat at the bar, ordered a Margarita, and attempted to continue reading my book over the blaring music and screaming lightweights who get drink after one shot. As I paid my bill and blonde was getting ready to call an Uber back to the truck, a man wearing an Alabama State tank top walked up to me and told me he adored my tattoo. He wasn’t a particularly tall fellow, only five feet, six inches or so. But he had a handsome face with jet black hair and what appeared to be a very toned and tanned body. “I absolutely love your tattoo,” he said. “If I didn’t have such commitment issues, I’d be creampie covered in them.” I gave him an awkward laugh. “Can I buy you a drink?” He asked, calling the bartender over. One tiny hiccup was that Fred had not had his carry permit on him, it was in the car glovebox. Her beauty was accentuated even further by her pouty lips. You recommended her to Sasha. “Zack, you can’t drive, you drank way too much. He looked at me and smiled, then helped me to my feet as I walked a bit to see how asian they felt. That’s what any real man anal would have done.” She set it down next to him on the bed and turned it so he could see the screen. “Sure, what’s up?” He pulled his cock out and it was already rock hard. She did not say anything as she fiddled with it. I rubbed the stubble on my chin and brushed a few thin damp strands of runaway hair from my face. outdoor “You got brains,” he teased. She took me by the hand and laid me down on the office floor where she straddled me and rocked back and forth until she again announced that she was cumming so damn hard. I had no idea how this had happened or how to proceed. “Is this what you want, Jully?” I creampie asked.” After the success of this and my starting to grow into my mid-teenage years, blonde I was mostly removed from the pitchfork usage and moved on to horse care.