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

"Of course I am! You think a woman doesn't notice these things?!" Whitney leans in, pointing at your crotch again with the finger on her hand curled into a point, making it look sharp and phallic "You should be ashamed of yourself showing off that thing like that. I hope you have some condoms stashed away somewhere."

"And besides," she continues, raising an eyebrow seductively "I bet you'd feel even better if it was in here..." Whitney grabs your hand and guides it down to her panties, underwear hidden by the bikini bottoms. Her fingers dig into your skin as she squeezes your palm, guiding your touch deeper onto her flesh. "Yeah," she whispers, closing her eyes "that's right..."

"I want you to cum in here." Whitney says with a grin, opening her legs a little more, inviting you into the warmth of her body. She knows what she wants now; it's just a matter of convincing you.

"You know what?" Whitney sighs dramatically. "Fine." She leans forward so her breasts almost touch yours as she says it, her hot breath tickling your neck and causing shivers to run down your spine. "If you're not going to let me feel good by having that thing in my body, then I guess..." She pauses for dramatic effect, looking into your eyes with an expression of mock determination. "...I'll just have to make you feel good!"

With a wicked grin, she takes her other hand and begins massaging one of her heavy breasts through her bikini top, tweaking the nipple until it stands at attention. "You like this?" She whispers into your ear before sucking on the lobe, sending shudders down your spine.

"Because I'm gonna do a whole lot more than just that," she continues, licking her lips seductively, "if you don't start showing me some respect!" Her hips rock back and forth slightly, grinding against the bulge in your pants as her fingers continue to tease her nipple.

Whitney snorts, almost amused by your attempt to talk sense into her. "Fine," she says with a huff, though it doesn't sound like she means it. She stands up and stomps off a short distance down the beach before flopping down on an unoccupied beach towel with a dramatic sigh. After gathering her things, she pulls off her bikini top and tosses it aside before spreading her legs wide apart in invitation.

Her fingers find their way back to her wet pussy lips, parting them and sliding one finger inside while the other teases her hard nipple. Her hips rock up and down, grinding against her hand as she pleasures herself. "You should come over here," she calls out breathlessly, eyeing you hungrily. "I'll let you watch..."

Whitney continues to masturbate even harder now, lost in the pleasure of having an audience. Her other hand finds its way back to her breasts and begins massaging them roughly through her bikini bottoms. She arches her back and gasps as her orgasm crashes over her, waves of pleasure radiating from her core outward until she's trembling from head to toe.

Her chest heaves as she catches her breath, finally noticing how hard you are again. "So," she says with a wicked grin, "how 'bout that quiet place now?"

With a mischievous grin, Whitney nods and allows you to drape the towel over her. "Lead the way, big boy," she says playfully, swaying her hips as she walks behind you toward your beach house. She leans in close enough that her breasts brush against your back with every step, her warm breath tickling your neck once more.

"So," she begins conversationally, "what's the plan after we get there? Gonna tie me up and make me beg for it?" Her voice is low and husky, barely a whisper in your ear. She licks her lips as she waits for your response, grinding her hips into you suggestively.

You reach the entrance to your beach house and head inside, immediately closing the blinds and shutting out the light from the world outside. The only illumination comes from a few strategically placed candles that cast flickering shadows across Whitney's voluptuous form. "Make yourself comfortable," she purrs, gesturing for you to sit down on one of the plush couches while she begins to undo the knot in the towel.

With a dramatic flourish, the towel falls away to reveal Whitney's naked body once more. She struts over toward you and climbs onto your lap, wrapping her thighs around your waist and grinding against your crotch suggestively. "So," she says with a sultry smile, "what did you have in mind?"

Whitney hums, sounding unconvinced. "Really? Huh," she says, looking you up and down with a cocked eyebrow before shrugging nonchalantly. "Well, alright then. If that's what you want..." She reaches behind her and undoes the button on your shorts, sliding them and your boxers down over your hips to pool at your feet.

Her hand wraps around your cock, stroking it with practiced ease as she looks into your eyes, a playful grin tugging at the corners of her mouth. "We can take it slow if you need me to," she says teasingly. Her free hand reaches up and cups one of your heavy balls, rolling it gently between her fingers before moving back down to begin stroking your shaft again.

Whitney leans in closer, pressing her plump breasts against your chest as she continues to ride you, grinding her hips into the couch in time with each thrust of your hand. "Just tell me what feels good," she breathes hotly in your ear, biting gently on the lobe as she brings herself closer and closer to orgasm.