Chapter 3:

Beach Stripper Solo

On my next passage I spent a grueling, boring day crossing Florida Bay, dodging crab pots. It had been a hard day so once I got to civilization, I grabbed the first slip I could find that was available. Immediately poured 3 fingers of scotch and downed it post haste. Decided to explore the beautiful beach adjacent to the marina. Threw a few cold beers in my backpack for good measure and headed to the beach. It was filled with lots of people of all shapes, sizes, and persuasions.

As is my custom, I strolled along the beach, stopping to chat with whomever looked approachable. After finishing 2 beers, I saw an attractive woman on a chaise lounge reading a book. Taken aback with her beauty, ample tits, and tiny bikini, I stopped dead in my tracks, staring at her. She finally looked up at me, raised her sunglasses to get a better look and it was clear that she was way, way out of my league.

I stammered some greeting and she put her book down, focusing on me and, seemingly, undressing me from head to toe. “What have we here?” she asked. I explained my situation and she seemed relieved that I didn’t come across as an axe murderer or psycho.

I pulled out another beer and offered her one. She declined, indicating that she preferred wine. I admitted that I really preferred scotch. “Why don’t we go get some scotch and wine and go watch the sunset from my balcony? I live just around the corner.” “That sounds like a capital idea” I replied.

As she packed up her things, I enjoyed the view of her perfectly shaped ass and hips as she bent over. My thoughts were salacious, yet I knew that my chances were slim to none, given her commanding beauty. She really was out of my league and I resigned myself to mere fantasies of what it would be like.

We walked to a liquor store a block away, then to her condo just around the corner.