Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 70607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
My head comes out of the water as I choke from swallowing salt water. I look over and see her walking into the water. "It's so warm," she says, walking to me, and I suddenly wish there was an ice bath I could dunk myself into.
"I've never seen you in that bathing suit." The words just come out of my mouth, and I want to bite my tongue. My head gets really hot with the sun, and I think that maybe, just maybe, I'm having a heatstroke. I look up at the sun high in the sky when I hear a voice call over.
"Mr. and Mrs. Baker," the man says, coming over to the dock. "I brought you some drinks." He places the tray he is holding on top of the water and pushes it to us. "I will come back with more," he says, waving and turning around.
"Oh, look how cute this is," she says, grabbing the tray and moving it to the middle of us. "They have little names for every drink." There are eight drinks on the tray in short glasses. "This is sex on the beach." She picks up the first one and takes a sip. "Hmm, that tastes good." She looks at me. "Should we try each of them or finish one off after another?"
At this point, I don't think I should even touch the alcohol in front of me. My brain is getting all fogged up. "We should taste each one and then rate them," my mouth says while my brain yells it’s a bad idea.
She claps her hands. "That sounds like the best idea." The smile on her face is so bright. "I need glasses." She turns and walks back to the steps. If I thought the front was racy, I definitely was not expecting the back part of it. The bathing suit goes high up but barely covers her ass. It's not a thong, it's even sexier, and I close my eyes and try to count to ten. "Do you want yours?" she asks. I open my eyes, and all I can do is nod. She sways her hips as she walks back up the steps. "What the fuck is going on right now?" I pick up the sex on the beach drink and down it in three gulps.
I hear her walking back down the steps and see that her nipples are hard as she walks back into the water. "Here you go," she says, handing me my glasses, and I put them on so she doesn't see me ogle her. "You finished sex on the beach." She picks up her drink, and it takes her four gulps to finish hers. "There, we are even." She smiles at me, and I hate that I can't see her eyes with her glasses. "What are we trying next?" she asks. "Let's try this one." She picks up the green drink. "This is called skinny-dip." She giggles and hands me mine. We take a sip at the same time. "This is okay," she declares, scrunching up her nose. "It's too sweet."
"Same." I put the drink down, thinking it's not a good idea to put more alcohol in me.
"This is a French kiss," she reads, picking up the light pink drink. She tilts her head to the side, and it would take nothing for my head to bend and take the French kiss from her. She holds the drink up to her lips and takes a small sip, and she moans. "This is a good one," she says, finishing it all, and I take a sip and finish my own.
"That was good," I agree, and I pick up the last one. "That’s called a love affair," I say, handing her a glass and then taking my own. I hold up my glass. "To love affairs."
"I already love this drink," she claims, finishing her glass before she can even tell me if it's good or not. "Yum," she says, licking her lips. "Sun and alcohol, doesn't get better than that."
I nod at her. "So what was your plan for the week?" I ask as she holds out her hand for my drink. I hand it to her, and she takes a sip.
"I was planning on getting drunk and sleeping with the first person I saw." She laughs and throws her head back.
I stare at her. "It's a honeymoon resort," I gasp and try not to laugh, and she just shrugs.
"There has to be one person on this island who would fuck me," she says.
Sun and booze should never ever be mixed, especially when one is next to the hottest girl he's ever fucking met. Especially when his cock is hard as a rock. "There definitely is," I say or better yet my cock says it for me. Her head whips over to me, and she's about to say something. My heart speeds up, and I'm thinking about what I'm going to say that will make any of this make sense. I can hear words in my head, but I'm saved by the bell when we hear someone approaching.