The Girl In The Red Bikini

An encounter of the beach turns out to be a once in a lifetime meeting.
Not suitable for minors.
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The top of her bikini strained to hold her full breasts upright as she lay on the beach. Her hair was messy, blown by the wind and damp from the heat of the sun. A glance I got of her as I passed was enough to make me want to see a lot more of her. For the next hour or so, I watched her soak up the sun. She was the hottest girl I'd seen since I got to the shore. I tried to be nonchalant because I thought she might be pissed or insulted if she caught me staring.

I knew I'd been caught when she walked over and blocked the sun from my eyes. She looked good lying in the sand. With the sun behind her, she looked positively angelic. The look in her eye made it clear she was no angel though.

She only stayed long enough to write her room number on my hand before she walked away. As I got up to follow her, she turned and shook her head. With a wicked smile she said, "30 minutes."

As she headed back to the hotel, she looked over her shoulder and caught me checking out her ass. Twenty-nine minutes later I was standing at her door waiting for the final minute to tick by. Freshly showered and dressed, I was curious and aroused. When the door opened, I was disappointed for a moment. She was wrapped from her chest to her ankles in a huge white fluffy towel. Her hair was still a little damp but now it was combed out and styled. Her makeup was impeccably done and her lips were glossed in a delicious cherry red. She leaned over and gave me a kiss saying, "Come in."

Before I said a word, she walked away. Her towel hit the floor and stepped free of it before the latch clicked shut.

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