1. The Accidental Flash


    Date: 3/9/2016, Categories: Seduction, Author: CommunicationDirectr, Rating: 20, Source: LushStories

    to Padre Island, about an eight hour drive away. Our conversation was light. We talked about her family, my family, our favorite foods, movies, past vacations, places we had visited and places we’d like to visit. We chatted briefly about past relationships and current relationships. Neither of us were tied to any one person. In between, we stuffed ourselves with chips and dip, celery sticks and cheese sticks and apples dipped in peanut butter. Brenda sported cut off shorts and her trade-marked cut off t-shirt, under which she wore her peach colored bikini. I figured this out as she stretched in the seat beside me, her arms reaching into thin air over her head. She unfastened the top button of her shorts. I could very easily make out the top of her bikini bottoms. “I so need to work on my tan,” Brenda remarked. She was all of about a hundred and three pounds. She peeled out of her cut-off t-shirt and re-adjusted her bikini top. She slipped her Ray bans over her nose and closed her eyes. Thump-thump-thump-thumpity-thump,thump, thump. “Keep your eyes on the road,” Brenda remarked as I strayed on to the alert buttons on the side of the road. “Sorry,” I replied, “I got distracted.” We had no specific place planned for spending the night. I stopped at a Holiday Inn and it was sold out. The same was true with the Comfort Inn, the Extended Stay Suites, the Hampton and several other name-brand hotels. Finally, I saw a one-story 1950’s style pastel-colored villa motel on a side ...
    road, with a blinking sign that read, 'Vacancy.' Even better, it faced the beach. I pulled in and paid the hundred and twenty bucks the older lady wanted for their only room left...with a King sized bed. I returned to the car and looked at Brenda. “I have good news and bad news,” I remarked. “The good news- they have one room left, so I got it.” I didn’t say anything else. Brenda looked at me. “And the bad news?” she inquired. “It only has one bed and no pull-out sofa or roll-aways,” I remarked. “No problem,” Brenda replied. “We’ll just sleep with our clothes on. You seem like an honorable guy.” “Oh wow!” I replied, “I don’t know if that is good or bad.” The beach was calling. Brenda couldn’t wait. She stepped from the SUV and proceeded to strip out of her cut off shorts. She stood and readjusted her bikini, giving me an accidental flash. She reached into the back seat to retrieve a beach towel from her wicker bag, again providing me more than a great view of her 36 C cup breasts, her bikini top barely covering everything that needed to be covered. By the time I grabbed my towel, Brenda was already waist-deep into the surf. The beach was practically empty. I laid out my towel, beside the one Brenda had put out about twenty yards from the surf and plopped down on it. I squeezed a glob of sunscreen from the tube and liberally applied it over my torso, arms and legs. Brenda playfully splashed in the surf and then planted herself on to the beach, the waves lapping at her waist. She ...
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