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Beach Bunny Boff

... figured I might have insulted her. But, she took my hand in both of hers, the top one lightly caressing the back of my hand and said, “Sure. I understand. Another time.” Glad at least that I had not terminally pissed her off, I staggered away to my hut. *** Hack, slash, stumble. Shit fuck! Picked myself off the damp ground. Sweat pouring down my body, hair matted to my head. I machetied my way through the jungle, following a map of ‘tree landmarks’ given to me by Jason. God damn that Jason. Mother fucker must be laughing his ass off at the thought of me out here now. I wiped my eyes clear again, stared at the map, the compass, and struck out to my right. Another twenty feet and…. “Jesus fucking Christ,” burst out of my lips at the sight in front of me. As far as the eye could see left and right, virgin white sand. Out ahead, a smooth ocean, crystal clear water sparkling in the early afternoon sun. I stumbled out fully on the beach and felt the sun beat down on me, already starting to evaporate the sweat from my body. I looked back. The entire jungle edge was nothing but tall palms trees. I ran the hundred yard dash to the ocean, stripping off my shirt on the way. Just as I hit the water’s edge I stopped, shucked my small pack, kicked off my sneakers and shorts and jogged another hundred feet into the shallow water. Now waist high I completely submerged and sat on the bottom, washing the sweat and grime of the trek from my body. I could see perfectly for a fifty feet in ...

... either direction; the water was so clear. Bubbles trickled out of my mouth, a small fish swam by, so cool. I sprang up splashing in the water, free of all my cares in the real world, no one anywhere in sight. I looked down. My cock at full mast just breaking the water’s surface, bent in refraction as it went below. How strange. I stroked it a few times and stopped, looking around, self-conscious for no reason. Jason had been right. It was just what I needed. I strode to shore put down a towel in the hot sand and laid down to bake naked in the heat of the sun: no one around to disturb me, total isolation in paradise, free to dream whatever I desired! ***Mmm…what a dream, what she did. But something woke me. I looked up. The sun had gone in a cloud. No? I shaded my eyes and my s1eep-drvgged brain began to register. There was somebody standing in my fucking sunlight! Still a little hung over, I scowled, “Hey, can you move over a bit, blocking my rays!” A voice, a woman’s, “Oh, sorry about that,” and I recognized it. Incredulously, “Rachel?” “That’d be me.” Then I realized fully where I was, what I had been thinking about just before waking and looked down. More than half erect, my cock was swaying at half-mast. “Shit! Sorry!” and tried cupping it but it was already too big to hide with two hands. “Ed, really! I’ve seen a few of those before. Don’t worry about it.” And that didn’t help matters at all, just made it literally harder for me to hide. Finally I grabbed a corner of the ...