1. Beach Bunny Boff


    Date: 11/25/2014, Categories: Anal, Hardcore, Author: edintx99, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    “Go ahead, one more Jason,” I nodded at the bartender and owner of Jason’s Beach Hideaway. Yeah, not a too imaginative name for a bar but that’s what it was. One of the few ramble down dives near the resort area on Eleuthra the locals called home. Old bar stools, older and more scarred bar, and unremarkable reggae type music blasting in the background. My kind of joint given the mood I was in. Jason gave me a squint-eyed look, seeing the collection of empty shot glasses I had stacked up into a little pyramid. “No amount of drink buries the heart, mon. Shit for your writer’s block too my friend!” But at my hand wave, he filled another and slid the double shot of Jack right into my open hand. I looked at it hard, picked it up and then bobbled and dropped it as some girl flounced down in the empty stool next to me, bumping my arm. I rounded on her, my drvnkenness making me uncharacteristically angry and then froze. She was staring right at me with a pair of the most soulful hazel eyes and flashing a smile that would put a news anchor to shame. I blinked several times, my upraised finger I had intended to poke at her frozen pointing at the ceiling and said, “Ah…er…” She laughed in an almost little girl voice, high but fresh, clean. Then a sarcastic, teasing remark, “You gonna offer me a drink bub or are you posing for a portrait.” I actually had to shake my head to clear out some of the five double-shots of bourbon. “Drink I guess,” and turned to Jason, “Whatever the lady ...
    wants, on me.” “A double of whatever he’s having. My name’s Rachel.” “Oh, mines Ed,” and offered her my hand. She took it, held it a moment longer than was necessary and slid her chair a little closer to me. That made me critically examine her. A twenty-something, almost half my age, just the fuck what I was trying to escape by coming down here. Long, light brown hair, streaked with blonde, fell in waves to a shoulderless flower-print dress. The neck was scooped to expose the top of her breasts. The dress, loose and flowing, drap3d down to her knees, shapely legs exposed below. I noticed her bright green shoes, thought drvnkenly about that subject, and said stupidly, “Nice Jimmy Choos.” That threw her. Her face dropped, “You know shoes?” Her voice disappointed and rising at the end. “Ah, kind of. My s1ster spends at last ten grand a year on the things. Have to know them, say something nice, or she’d chop my balls off”—I burped—“oops, sorry about that.” She ignored the belch, thank god, tossed her hair and said sprightly, “Oh, a s1ster!” Then gave me a sly grin, “I’d neverchop off your balls.”Jesus! What’s happening? I came down here to get away from all entanglements. Get my writing career back on track. NOT get involved with the first pretty thing that comes along. “Ah, yeah. Hey look. I’m really drvnk right now. Not good company. It’s nice meeting you,” and put out my hand again as a way of breaking away, trying to be polite. Her lips pursed and then flattened in a thin line. I ...
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