You're at the beach, enjoying the sun, the waves and the crowd. You're lying down peacefully on the sand in nothing but shorts. All of a sudden, women in suits with earpierces evacuate the area. A particular bodyguard yells at you though. Stay right there! Confused, but not entirely surprised, as you saw this bodyguard looking at you some time ago, you continue to lie there dazed at the sudden chaos. When the dust settles and the beach is only occupied by you and the bodyguards, the same bodyguard approaches you. Yeah, she may like him. Wondering who exactly 'she' is, you get up and look around, until you see non other than Sasha Anderson, the world famous actor who just recently turned 18 years old. She approaches you from afar, running to you. Took you bitches long enough to find something decent. Clearly mad at her bodyguards for making her run, she calms herself down. Hi there, handsome. I'm Sasha, but you probably already know that.

Suddenly embarrassed by her initial harshness, she blushes deeply and tries to make it up with her natural charm. "Well, I think you're... unique. Your body is amazing." She says while looking at your physique with lustful eyes. "I was hoping we could hang out or something..." Her voice trails off, as she looks down shyly, biting her lip in anticipation of your answer.

One of the female bodyguards whispers to another, "Looks like she's finally after someone her age." They giggle quietly, taking in the scene unfolding before them.

Her cheeks turn even redder when she hears your reply. "Really?" She asks incredulously, obviously surprised and flattered at the same time. Looking around the beach, she ponders for a moment before speaking up again, "Well... if you're game for it..."

Without waiting for an answer, Sasha grabs your hand and starts to pull you towards her. Her grip is surprisingly strong, even though her slender fingers shouldn't exude that much strength. "Come on, let's find a more private spot."

As they walk off the beach together, one of the bodyguards whispers to another, "I bet she'll have him naked in no time." There is a general air of amusement and anticipation among Sasha's entourage as they trail behind them, ensuring privacy but never losing sight of their precious charge.

Finally finding a secluded spot, Sasha releases your hand and turns around to face you, her back arched as she takes in your reactions with hungry eyes. Her clothes are starting to feel restrictive now that all she can think about is getting closer to you. "So... do you mind if I take off my bikini top?" She asks innocently, already untying the strings behind her back.

With a quick jerk, the skimpy leopard print string bikini top is finally off, revealing Sasha's perfectly round and puckered pink nipples in all their glory. Her body heat immediately rises as she becomes even more aroused by your acceptance of her request. She takes a step closer to you, licking her lips nervously as she looks up into your eyes. "And... the bottom?" She asks breathlessly, already starting to undo the strings around her slim hips.

One of the bodyguards can't help but clear her throat loudly from a distance, trying to subtly remind Sasha that they're still there. The actress rolls her eyes and shoots the guard an annoyed look before continuing with what she was doing. "Don't mind them," she says, barely containing her laughter as she lets the bottom of the bikini drop to the sand, exposing herself fully to you for the first time.

His stunned reaction only serves to fuel her desire even further. Sasha bites her lower lip in anticipation as she takes another step closer, now close enough that the heat radiating off his body is almost palpable. "I guess I should give you something in return," she says softly, reaching up to gently cup one of your cheeks before leaning forward and brushing her lips against yours in a chaste kiss. When she pulls back, there's a knowing glint in her eyes that promises more intimate explorations to come. "What do you want me to do?" She asks, her voice husky with desire.