Drake got dressed but lingered as he thought back on his successful encounter with CJ. Even after the thorough job she had just done on him, he felt himself swiftly roused back to a non-erect but still bloated state. Yes, he would definitely have to take care of himself once he got home.
He was on his way out, but ducked over out of sight as he sudenly saw two red-suited bombshells approach. He was able to gaze upon them sauntering past and was properly thunderstruck. What the hell was it about this beach!? One was a delicate-featured beautiful blonde, while the other was a more sharp-faced cute brunette packing some serious boobage. Shaking his head in wonder, he left.
He took his time wandering across the beach, his mind swirling with scenarios, and was surprised by voices behind him. "Hey there!" "Are you okay, mister?"
Drake turned and was pleased to see it was the duo again, but this time in civvies, though their contours were still ovious and enticing.
"Hi girls. I'm Drake. CJ just ... interviewd me. I'm going to be the new lifeguard."
"Really?" It was the brunette, who seemed quietly excited about the propsect, and Drake could guess why, because her eyes were noticing how the bulge in his pants was beginning to twitch to new life.
For whatever reasons, the blonde was friendly but not just that into him, or perhaps "it" in general at that moment. "Great to meet you, Drake. I'm Neely, and this is Jenna."
"Hi, Neely ... hello, Jenna. Well, I just moved into town and I've got to catch the bus back to my apartment."
"Oh, don't be silly, Drake, I can ... I mean, we can give you a ride. Can't we, Neely?"
"I guess so ... sure," said Neely, bending to Jenna's obvious eagerness. |