One Trick Penny – Chapter 7 - Sex Stories

One Trick Penny – Chapter 7

Where the Streets Have Names The sunlight lovingly caressed my breasts as I removed the top of my bikini. Quinn was already completely naked and laying on top of a towel, having quickly shed her tee-shirt and shorts. This wasn’t my first-time topless on a beach. Dave and I honeymooned in the south of France, and I’d gone native for a week. Quinn had a complete tan without a single disruptive line on her nearly flawless olive toned skin. My own breast betrayed their lack of exposure by being two shades paler than my face. Looking around, there were other people soaking up the sunshine, almost all completely naked. I felt overdressed even in the tiny bikini bottom I still had on. I slipped it down my legs and past my feet. I laid on my back and spread my legs a few inches apart. This was my pubic mound’s first acquaintance with the soothing rays of the sun. It felt sensual and inviting. Quinn, also lying spread eagle on her back pointed to my toe nails. We had by pure coincidence exactly the same shade of red nail polish. We giggled at the odd chance that we shared certain things like that in common. “How did your date with Dave go in the parking garage?” “Oh, you mean my turn with my meal ticket?” She laughed at my clumsy attempt to use the lingo of the trade. “Dave talked about the BJ all the way back to the motel. He said it was the best he’d ever experienced. And it was so easy for me.” She grinned. “You took control. Way to go. Did he get into the watchers?” “I didn’t ...

... tell him about those. I sure did. I’ve been fantasizing about it every time I get fucked now. When we left the attendant was totally leering at me.” “I’ve been there a couple of dozen times. Some of my tricks get off on other people watching. One guy called it – performance art.” A few men walked by as we chatted away. Some ogled us, but none tried to hit on either of us. “That’s what I like about nude beaches, Quinn said. “Everybody’s naked and the weirdoes stay away. I can lay here nude all day, and no guys bother me. I put on a swimsuit and go three miles south and I get hit on at least once an hour. I imagine it must be even more for you.” “I’m not sure I know what you mean.” “You know you look like that chick. That pretty blonde on the show about the three nerds. Guys have got to be all over you just for that alone. You even use the character’s name for your professional alias.” Quinn wasn’t the first to say I looked like a celebrity. I didn’t really see it, but I’ve always been overly critical about my looks. “You might be surprised. I get my share of attention, but I must give off a married woman vibe.” “When has that ever stopped some dude from hitting on a woman?” My curiosity got the better of me. “Do you have a boyfriend?” I realized immediately; we might not know each other well enough for me to ask. Quinn seemed unfazed. “Not at the moment. I have periodically, but it’s difficult.” She waited to see if I’d ask the next obvious question. I was afraid to verbalize it. ...