After a long, hot shower you exit the restroom. You take a deep breath as you towel your hair. Then you hear a door opening. You turn to see Kristen emerging from her room down the hall with a yawn.
“Hello,” she chirped. Then she pauses, noticing you fresh from the shower. You take the time to give her a once over—her shoulder length hair is messy and tousled, giving her a sex hair look, she was wearing a white T-shirt that was almost see through. While it covered her panties (which were bright pink), you could clearly see her long, toned legs. She was a lifeguard so she’s also sprinkled with a light tan—enough to give her color. The thought also brought an image of Kristen in a lifeguard one piece, with those legs wrapped around you as you drilled her on top of her surfboard while he boyfriend was off giving CPR to a beach bum or something. She’d use her surfboard to prop herself up, keeping lookout over her shoulder to make sure no one was looking. Her nipples would strain against the red fabric. The thought gives you a smile and an erection. The erection makes you realize that you’re not wearing underwear.
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