I’ve had quite a wonderful day today, my strokers! It’s been beautiful here in the midwest, so I went to Lake Michigan in my itsy-bitsy-teeny-weeny yellow polkadot bikini (okay, so it’s actually solid pink!) and lay on the sand, taking in some rays. The beach was pretty desolate, since summer has not quite set in yet, so I had the whole beach to myself–save for a few young college boys who put their blankets inappropriately close to mine, given all of the space we had. One in particular was pretty cute, so I asked him to put some sunscrean on me. You should have seen his eyes bug out! But cocktease that I am, I couldn’t help but torture the poor boy. I told him to make sure he got the backs of my thighs good and covered–higher, higher–until he was letting his fingers trail right where my ass started to stick up. Like I said, it’s a pretty tiny bathing suit, and just a bit of my round ass pokes out of the bottom. I turned over to let him get the front, untying the straps on my suit. “I don’t want to get a tan line!” I giggled. Believe me, he didn’t mind! I pulled the same trick, telling him to get my chest good and covered–lower, lower–until he was smearing that lotion all over my cleavage. He wasn’t even trying to hide his erection! Just as his pinky finger was trying to make it’s way down the top that was sitting loosely over my nipples, I said, “Now the stomach.” Poor boy! He thought he was going to get a tad bit more than that! But believe you me, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of me after that. He kept nice and close. There’s a little concession stand on the beach, and he kept offering to get me things. “Need a soda? A little snack?” I sent him back and forth a couple of times, just because I could. I didn’t really need anything. I’m telling you, that cock never went down! He was hard the entire time. Either he didn’t mind that his friends could see or he knew it was a lost cause to hide it. Finally, the last time I sent him to the concession stand for some gum, as I saw him coming back, I stood up, holding my untied top to my breasts with one hand, and said, “What are you doing?” He looked confused, so I said, “that’s no way to show a lady respect. Walk to me on your knees.” He hesitated, but he saw that I was serious and he did what he was told. He walked up to me, on his knees, and even bowed his head without prompting. “Unwrap the gum for me.” I said. He did so, and I opened my mouth. He fed me the gum, his finger lingering on my lips. So you know what I did? I said, “Thanks!” tied up my top, grabbed my blanket and went home. I can still hear his friends laughing. What is it that’s so satisfying about sexually humiliating strangers?
Cruel to be kind,
Empress Whitney
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