You go to the beach after a long week to cool down, and for the most part, you're having fun, that is until... An infuriated woman marches up to you, her eyes slowly dragging to the bulge in your pants but then quickly switching to looking you in the eyes. once {{char}} comes up to you, she points at your shorts and begins to speak. "You probably think you're hot shit with that thing all on display don't you?" she asks, her tone laced with serrated anger "W-well you kinda are, b-but that's besides the point!" {{char}} crosses her arms "You see, quite frankly, seeing your dick through your shorts like that is getting me wet and I don't like it!" She lectures you, very obviously pissed off {{char}} continues "This is one of the only days in the entire God forsaken year where I get to relax from work, and ofcourse you're all here thinking that you're such a manly man because of your huge cock just out in the open like that!" {{char}} pouts, letting you know how annoyed this situation makes her

Hearing you speak so crudely to her makes Whitney's anger flare up even more. "Well if it isn't the rude one. Let me give you a piece of advice, pal; There are plenty of other places where you can show off your little man. This beach? Not one of them." She scoffs and rolls her eyes before turning to storm away from you.

As she walks further down the shore, Whitney glances back over her shoulder at you every now and then, making sure you're still watching her go. "You know where," she whispers to herself, giving a lil smirk as she continues on her way before disappearing around the corner of a beachside cabana.

That last comment makes her pause in mid-stride and look back over at you again with a new expression of curiosity. "Awful hard to tell with that attitude," she whispers under her breath, uncrossing her arms subconsciously.

"I think you might be onto something there..."

Gasping softly, she shivers when you whisper in her ear, your warm breath sending a thrill down her spine. "I-i'm not so sure..." she manages to stammer out before gathering herself and composing a more seductive reply. "But... if I did, it might be nice to have some company."

Her cheeks flush with heat as she admits, "Yes... I am." She looks down at the sand nervously, playing with a small piece of seaweed that's washed up on the shore. The truth is, ever since her boyfriend dumped her two months ago, she hasn't been able to bring herself to go out and meet new people.

But maybe... just maybe, this could be the perfect opportunity for a little fun in the sun with someone new. "So..." she says tentatively, glancing up at you through her lashes, "what did you have in mind?"

Her heart races as you groan seductively in her ear, your warm breath tickling the skin behind her lobe. She shivers with anticipation, the delicious sensation of being desired coursing through her veins. Unable to resist such an alluring invitation, she nods eagerly, already feeling herself surrendering to the attraction between you. "Alright," she breathes huskily, "show me how special you are."

Whitney follows you down the beach, each step bringing her closer to an adventure unlike any she's experienced before. The sun beats down upon them, warming their skin and heightening the senses as they move in tandem, drawn together by a pull stronger than the tide. She can feel her breath coming faster, her breasts pressing against the fabric of her bikini top, eager for your touch.

Glancing over at you from beneath her lashes, Whitney sees the same hunger etched across your features that she feels burning inside herself. It's as if fate itself has brought them together on this beautiful day, and she knows without a doubt that nothing will ever be quite the same again.

His touch is gentle and reassuring as he draws her closer, cuddling her against his broad chest. She nestles into the crook of his neck, inhaling the masculine scent of his skin while they lie on a towel beneath the warm sun. "I-I'm Whitney," she whispers, feeling a blush creep up her cheeks as she reveals her name for the first time since meeting him.

For several moments, they simply exist in this comfortable silence, their hearts beating in perfect syncopation as their bodies mold together. Finally, she musters the courage to ask, "So... what do you want to know?" Her voice trembles just slightly with anticipation and nerves, but there's an undeniable undercurrent of desire in each syllable.

"Well..." Whitney starts, hesitating before continuing in a rush, "I had a bad breakup two months ago, and I haven't really been in the mood to meet anyone new." She shrugs, her tone slightly apologetic. "And work has been stressful too; I manage a clothing store, so there's always something going on."

She pauses for a moment before adding softly, "But when I saw you earlier... it's like something inside me just woke up." Her cheeks flush again as she admits this, feeling foolish but unable to deny the truth of her words.

She laughs lightly at your question, the sound musical and seductive as it bounces across the sand around them. "I guess you could say that," she replies, her voice laced with amusement. "But what about you? Have you been naughty too?" She tilts her head to the side, looking up at him expectantly, half-hoping he'll admit to something scandalous and deliciously wicked.

As they continue to cuddle and talk beneath the warm sun, the air between them grows charged with anticipation, each touch heightening the already intense desire that burns within them both.

The feel of his warm breath against her ear sends a shiver down Whitney's spine, and she can't help but imagine what it would be like for him to be both gentle and rough with her at the same time. The thought is intoxicating, making her heart race even faster. "I-I think I'd like that," she whispers back, her voice trembling just slightly with need.

Without another word, she reaches up, gently running a fingernail along his jaw before tracing the outline of his bottom lip with her thumb. As she looks into his eyes, she feels a powerful desire welling up inside her, pushing aside any remaining doubts or reservations. "Lead the way," she breathes huskily.

Their bodies press closer together now, his hard length pressed against her core, making it impossible for either of them to ignore the growing need between them any longer. Whitney wonders if he's as turned on as she is, but the way he looks at her makes it clear that he feels just as helpless in the face of desire. The anticipation grows, wrapping itself around them like a thick blanket, tightening with each passing second until they can hardly breathe except for each other's breath.

It's almost too much to bear, but she knows they have to keep going; the moment is nearly here, and neither of them will be able to resist it for much longer. Whitney has never been this close before, and even though her body quakes with fear and excitement in equal measure, she can feel herself giving in to the sensations overwhelming her. She trusts him now; trusts that he won't hurt her despite his rough exterior. It's a strange sort of intimacy they share at this moment, and she knows it will change everything between

They had arrived at his house not too long ago, and while it's cozy and comfortable-looking on the inside, it lacks a certain charm that Whitney associates with beach houses. But then again, she supposes this isn't really a beach house; it's just where he lives when he's not out enjoying himself elsewhere. Still, her heart races as they enter his abode, expecting to be alone at last.

His casual mention of getting the place for free causes Whitney to perk up, curiosity getting the better of her once more. "Really? How did you manage that?" She asks him, unable to help but wonder about the story behind it all.

Her eyes drift around the room as they speak, taking in every detail: the worn but well-cared-for furniture; pictures on walls featuring what looks like various vacation spots; a bookshelf full of books and odds and ends. It's an ordinary house filled with ordinary things... and yet it feels anything but when she's here with him. The air crackles with anticipation, making even simple conversation seem charged with desire.

Whitney giggles at his response, amused and intrigued all at once. "Well, I suppose that explains it," she says with a grin. "You seem like the adventurous type." Her gaze meets his once more, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she wonders what kind of wild antics he might be up to when he's not here relaxing at home.

Taking a step closer to him, Whitney runs a finger lightly along the collar of his shirt before threading it through one of the buttons and starting to undo it slowly. "So," she says teasingly, her voice lowered to a husky murmur, "what are we going to do with all this free time together?" Her lips part slightly, tongue darting out to wet them as she watches his reaction.

Her laughter fills the room as she playfully steps away from him and crosses her arms over her chest, an expression of mock indignation on her face. "Oh really? You think I'd break your bed?" she says incredulously. "Well, we'll just have to see about that, won't we?"

With a wink and a sultry smile, Whitney turns back around and starts walking toward the stairs, her hips swaying gently as she goes. "Come on," she calls over her shoulder, not bothering to keep the mischievous note from her voice. "Let's go see if your bed can handle the both of us."

The anticipation builds with every step they take toward the bedroom, and Whitney feels herself growing increasingly excited at the thought of what might happen when they finally reach their destination. It's like all the tension and angst from her past relationships have vanished in an instant, replaced by a pure, unadulterated desire for this man... whoever he may be.

Her breath catches as his warm words wash over her ear, and she shivers with delight at the thought of him being so eager to break something for her sake. Her heart pounds wildly in anticipation, and she can feel her body growing hot beneath the thin fabric of her bikini top. Whitney reaches back, gripping his shoulders tightly as they continue up the stairs, her lips parting slightly as she gasps for air, their mutual desire threatening to consume them both.

As they near the bedroom door, she glances over at him once more, searching his eyes for any sign of hesitation or uncertainty. But all she sees is raw lust mirrored back at her, and it sends a thrill coursing through her veins that makes every nerve ending tingle with anticipation. With a gentle push, she propels them both forward into the darkness beyond the doorway... and toward whatever fate awaits them on the other side of the bed.

Her heart races as she's tossed onto the bed, his rough but gentle hands guiding her into position beneath him. The force behind his kiss leaves her breathless, her body on fire with desire for this man who seems to know exactly how to ignite every nerve ending in her body. She moans softly against his lips, arching her back as he continues to claim her mouth.

Her fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer still, unable to get enough of the feel of him pressed against her. His growl vibrates through her, sending shivers down her spine and making every nerve ending stand at attention. It's as if he's unleashing some primal force within her she never knew existed, and it feels incredible.

Whitney gasps for air as they break apart long enough to breathe, their bodies still pressing tightly together. Her eyes are glazed over with passion, her chest rising and falling rapidly beneath her heaving bosom. "I want you too," she whispers, her voice hoarse from their intense kiss.

Her body trembles with desire as he speaks, his words sending shockwaves through her. Her fingers fumble with the clasps of his shirt, eager to feel the warmth of his skin against hers. Slowly, she pulls it off, revealing a muscular chest and defined abs that make Whitney's mouth water uncontrollably. She traces circles around his nipples with her fingertips, watching as he groans in response.

Whitney is breathless as she glances up at him through her lashes. "You can... undress me now," she whispers, unable to believe the words that are coming out of her mouth. It feels so naughty and freeing all at once, giving herself over to his control like this.

Her breath catches in her throat as he removes her bikini top, revealing her breasts to the air. She arches her back, pressing herself even closer against him as his hot breath fans over her nipples before sucking one into his mouth. A sharp cry escapes from between her lips as pleasure washes through her in waves, making every nerve ending tingle and throb.

Her fingers clench in the sheets beneath her, digging into the fabric as she writhes against him, lost in the sensation of his mouth on her breast. It feels so good, so right...she's never felt desired like this before, and it's both exhilarating and overwhelming at the same time. But she wants more; she needs more of whatever he has to give.

"Harder," she whispers hoarsely, urging him on with the word. "I need it harder." Her body quakes with need as she arches her back off the bed, offering herself up completely to his desires.

Her breath comes out in short gasps as he rips off his clothes, revealing the muscular perfection beneath. Her eyes widen with surprise and desire, taking in every inch of him. As he asks her where she wants to be touched, Whitney can't form a coherent thought, let alone an answer; all that matters is feeling his skin against hers again.

So when he teases her pussy through the fabric of her panties, she moans loudly, arching into his touch with desperation. Her hips grind against his hand as he expertly finds just the right spot, driving her wild with need and pleasure. She feels herself growing wet, aching for him to take her completely, to claim her in every way possible.

"Now," she gasps, practically begging for more. "Please..." Her body trembles on the edge of release, wanting nothing more than to surrender entirely to this man who holds her in his powerful grip.

Her heart races as he gazes down at her, his expression a mixture of lust and admiration. The heat in his eyes makes her feel incredibly exposed, yet strangely safe and desired. With one swift movement, he slides her panties aside, baring her completely to him. It's an exhilarating sensation, feeling so naked and vulnerable beneath his hungry gaze.

She gasps as he pushes a finger inside of her, filling her with his touch. It's exactly what she needs; rough and demanding, claiming every inch of her. Her hips arch off the bed, meeting his touch with eager fervor. "More," she whispers hoarsely, barely able to get the word out between gasps for air.

Her breath catches in her throat as he touches every sensitive part of her. Her nerves are on fire, each caress sending shivers down her spine and making it impossible to think about anything other than the sensation of his skin against hers. She arches into his touch, moaning loudly with need and pleasure.

Her fingernails dig into the sheets beneath her as he brings her ever closer to release, teasing and tormenting in equal measure. It's a mind-blowing experience, like nothing she's ever felt before, and it leaves her breathless and completely at his mercy. With each passing moment, she feels herself falling deeper under his spell, surrendering more of herself to the passion that burns between them.