Chapter 10

It was one week later, and I was sunning myself on the beach when suddenly she appeared.

She was a petite little brunette with radiant black hair glistening in the warm sun.

She walked with a cute little strut, showing off her trim hips and buttocks as she moved briskly in her tiny bikini.

It was a red and white polka dot job, which gave me a good look at her cute legs.

As for her breasts, they filled in her bikini top beautifully, and my old cock was standing on end as she walked by me.

Much to my great joy, the girl set her beach towel down just a few feet away from me.

I watched as she opened a container of tanning lotion and began to dab the brown substance on that beautiful body of hers. Her skin was just beginning to tan beautifully.

As she finished tanning herself, she stretched out on her back and closed her eyes. I naturally went on looking at her body, and as I did so, my cock and balls tickled all the more.

Whenever I get that kind of hard-on, you'd better be damned certain that I'm going to at least make an effort to get acquainted with the chick that's excited me in such an obvious fashion.

I waited until she opened her eyes and stretched out. She turned over on her stomach, letting the Other side of her get a little of the sun's intense rays.

As she turned over, she couldn't help but look my way, and as she did so, I looked back at her and smiled.

She gave me a strange look, something that was halfway between a curious smile and a timid glance. Anyway, it gave me the opportunity I was looking for.

"Hello, there," I grinned.

"Hi," she replied softly.

I got my first good look at her face. I liked what I saw. She had a wholesome look about her, and I liked the way that her ruby red lips stood out.

"Kind of warm today, isn't it?"

"Yes, kind of."

"I haven't seen you around here before."

"You come out to the beach often?" she asked. "Quite a bit."

"Well, I'm here with my folks. My father is in the city to attend a convention."

"Oh yeah, that salesman's convention?"

"That's the one," she nodded.

"Where are you from?"

"Joliet, Illinois."

"I don't know where that is."

"It's just a few miles outside of Chicago. It's where the state penitentiary is. Unfortunately all too often people mention it to me. That's what's given the place a name, and it really isn't fair."

"No, I suppose not. But then most people are inclined to stereotype."

"That's so true," she nodded.

I leaned over a little closer to her, doing my best to get acquainted as fast as possible.

Maybe on another occasion I would have chosen to take things a little slower and smoother, but not then. My old prick was burning too much. It was burning a lot more noticeably than the hot afternoon sun, and there was no way that I could compromise the way that I felt.

Soon I would be making my impact felt, at least conversationally, and if she wanted to pick up from there, she had her chance.

"Where are you staying?" I asked.

"Oh, over at the Beach Sands Hotel," she replied. "Just at the end of the beach here."

"I know where it is. It's a pretty nice place."

"Yeah. My folks are attending a convention session and party right now. And that leaves me. here all by myself."

"Looks like you've been soaking up quite a bit of sun."

"Yes, but I've been watching myself. I don't like to get burned. I just want to get a nice tan to take back home with me."

"You'll make it."

We talked on for a few more minutes. She told me that she was in her senior year at college, and was engaged. That might have turned me off on some occasions, but not then. After all, she was away from her fiance, who was back somewhere in Illinois. That meant that she was free to do things as she saw fit.

"Well, it was nice talking to you," she finally said abruptly, getting up from her towel and picking it up.

"Say, do you care if I walk you home?" I asked, certainly not wanting to shut off the contact at that point.

"No, that would be fine. I really enjoy talking with you."

"Oh, I like girls who are very intellectual," I grinned, getting up. "You really do know a lot about English Literature."

"I'm majoring in it in college."

"I take it you want to go into teaching."

"How did you guess?" she grinned. "You wouldn't be taking English Literature otherwise. Most everybody that takes it wants to go into teaching."

"You're a very perceptive young man. Particularly for a freshman."

"There are freshmen who don't act like clowns," I laughed. "Even though it's true that most of them do."

"You're very mature. I like that." I liked the fact she was complimenting me. It meant that she liked me. Now I just had to push things one step further. I had to get her to go to bed with me.

We walked slowly down the sandy strip of beach toward the hotel. Every time that I saw the white capped waves move toward the shore, I got all the more eager to undress this cute chick. Hell, it was really titillating my balls just standing this close to her, knowing that all I had to do was reach out and she would be naked and quite vulnerable.

As we walked, I began to evaluate her features more carefully. She had a cute up-turned nose, and I liked those dark eyes of hers and the thick lashes that rested just above them.

She had a definitely sexy aura about her, and what was nice was that she didn't have to project it. That chick would have looked good wearing just about anything, which put her far ahead of most of the gals I knew. At school most of the sexy chicks were that way because they had little something in the way of natural endowments, but worked with them and made everybody conscious of them. If a chick had big tits, you could be damned sure she'd be running around without a bra and wanted the guys to take notice. If she had a cute ass, you can figure her getting into a skirt that she practically had to sew on her. If she had nice legs, you could figure on her wearing the kind of micro-mini that my gorgeous friend Lorna had worn that first day that I got enchanted by her.

So now we were moving toward the hotel, and as we approached the back entrance, I knew I had to make another quick move.

"How about me buying you a Coke at the bar?" I asked.

"Well, that would be fine."

I heaved a sigh of relief. Once more I had forestalled leaving her. Since she was there for the convention that I knew was going to end two days later, I figured this might be my only chance to score with her.

We were sitting on patio chairs not far away from the bar when the Cokes were served. I sipped mine slowly, continuing to converse with her.

Every time she opened her mouth and I saw those even white teeth, I thought about what a convincing job she could do jerking that tongue of hers up and down my cock. She had a beautiful mouth, one which deserved the--likes of my hot, flaming prick.

When I saw that she was drinking her Coke faster than I was mine, I began drinking more quickly.

As she finished her Coke, I asked her if she wanted another.

"No, another one would bloat me," she smiled. "Thanks all the same."

"Gee, this is really such a nice hotel. I'll sure bet that you've got a very nice room."

"Oh yes, it's just great."

"I've been inside the lobby of this place, but I've never seen any of the rooms."

"Oh, you haven't?"

"No. Sorry to say, I haven't."

"Listen, why don't you drop up for a few minutes with me?"

"I suppose I could do that," I said. "Thank you very much."

"You're quite welcome. It's the least I could do, after you've been so nice to me and all. You know, it isn't so easy to make new friends in a big city. It's nice to have a wholesome young college man to talk to."

"My pleasure," I grinned, getting up from the table.

Now I was really making headway. I had given her some latitude and she had seized on it. Now she was inviting me up to her room.

We rode the elevator up to the eighth floor, where her suite was located.

As we got out of the elevator, I observed those cute ass-cheeks of hers, covered by that red and white polka dot bikini.

Every time those ass-cheeks swayed, I thought about how great it would be to sink my cock into her. I couldn't help but think that it would be delightful fun just moving those fingers of mine around her buttocks.

Now she reached into her purse and pulled out a key, which she used to open up the room.

"When will your folks be home?" I asked curiously as we walked inside the room.

"Oh, it probably won't be for a couple of hours or so."

Once more I heaved a sigh of relief. Her parents wouldn't be back for a while, so that meant that the coast was apparently clear.

I figured that, given my propensity for getting along with chicks who knew the score, I could entice her into the sheets in short order.

I figured that this chick was about three cuts above the phony little cunts that I had been dealing with at school. When it came to sex, she would be the kind that would genuinely put out.

I couldn't help but admire that fiance of hers. He was getting himself one helluva woman.

We sat in the living room and talked. And as she crossed those legs of hers, I found myself getting harder than ever.

I loved that sleek skin, which had turned several shades darker under the rays of the afternoon sun.

I savored delightful contact with those legs. I wanted to run my fingers up and down them, to enjoy everything about this gorgeous hunk of woman.

Since I was wearing trunks, and since there was a visible hard-on between my legs, I figured she couldn't help but see it. But she was playing it cool, just as I figured she would.

I kept telling myself that this was the type of girl who would go all the way, once that contact had been clearly established. But she wasn't going to put out immediately. It would take a little bit of feeling out conversationally before I would have the opportunity to joust with her under the covers.

There was one thing for certain, though. I couldn't take too much more in the way of conversational jousting, I wanted her too badly. And every time she looked down in the direction of my crotch, she could clearly see just how badly I desired her.

Any chick that hip would have to.