Chapter 4:

Beach Stripper Epilogue

I came aware about 10 a.m. A bit foggy but none the worse for wear. Made coffee and sat in the cockpit. As my mind began to clear, bits and pieces from the night before began to materialize. I remember meeting up with a world class beauty. I remembered going to her condo. Remembered making out with her on her couch. Then just vague images of her lying on her back, her legs spread wide, her hairy snatch, a big dildo, her hands going nuts fucking herself and masturbating, culminating in a squirt fest. The rest was a blur.

I made my way to the local cafe, got some breakfast, and sat outside. As I was desperately trying to piece together the events of last night I hear “Well! If it’s not my drunk sailor from last night!” Looking up, there she was, as beautiful as I remembered. She had on an attractive top showing lots of cleavage and a skintight miniskirt, barely covering her snatch. In fact, she purposely fumbled and dropped her keys so that she could turn around and bend over, revealing no panties. Just her glorious pussy hair. This beautiful skank was a pro!! She grabbed a coffee & bagel and joined me.

She said “I certainly enjoyed myself last night. But I’m afraid that you missed all the action.” “Well, I was pretty drunk, and, at my age, it doesn’t get up and go like it used to. Hope I didn’t offend you with my dirty talk.” Her eyes narrowed and she brought her face close to mine, whispering in a deep sexy voice “I adore slut talk, the nastier the better. You made me squirt, didn’t you?