The girls you pass look so appealing you want to join in. There's one dancing at the back of the crowd in a a sailor-striped bikini. You come up behind her, resting your hand on her hip and, unfreezing time, start dancing. She's dancing wildly, intensely, obliviously. Her curves sway sideways, and her bum grinds into you.
The girl whose bikini-clad pussy and ass you've stuffed with ice screams a penetrating scream, but people hardly notice. The music is loud, the sun is blinding, and the girls are bumping and grinding as they dance.
With her hands tied, she charges out of the crowd and plunges into the wave pool to the delight of the lounging men. The warm water bring relief to her frozen snatch, but she struggles to stay afloat with the sarong around her wrists. The beer-bellied guy on the nearest inner tube jumps in, and further off a lifeguard takes notice.
A few bikini tops fall off mid-crowd and some girls crouch to retrieve them, covering their boobs.
The two bottomless girls with the forefingers of a third stuffed into their anal cavities were right at the front, so you missed the height of their drama. It looks like the third is still there -- she's wiping her hands on her hips, and it definitely says "Anal" in a heart on her forehead.
You look around. The two goosed girls are explaining their nude predicament to park security, off to the side. Their bottoms are back on, but their tops are missing.
While you are distracted, the girl you've been dancing with turns around and slaps you. "Asshole pig!" That's pretty rude of her. She was liking you fine enough in her dancing reverie.
The band continues to play, and there's lots more chicks in beachwear grooving on the dance ground. |