Living near the beach has its advantages, and gorgeous, near-naked men is high on the list. Catching one is another story. With so much competition, one must be creative, without actually stooping to slutsville. My secret weapon? My camel toe.

I have a very puffy pussy that can really fill out thin bikini fabric. I always buy either white or flesh tone, then spend a day removing the gusset and stretching out the leg elastic, so once on, the bikini bottoms fit a little loose.  When wet, the fabric clings to my every fold, and the leg band is loose enough to show a little pink when I’m stretched out on a towel.

Before hitting the beach, I shave my pussy smooth then oil it for maximum softness. Once dressed and ready, I give myself a good frigging, which swells my pussy lips for a good hour.

After I arrive at the beach I like to parade a bit and scan the ‘selections’ before settling down. I always make sure to put on a small show as I lay out my towel and fuss with little details. I like to point my ass at the cute guys and give them an unabashed rear-view camel toe you just know they want to bury their face in. Actually, that’s part of the plan. I have my best orgasms from cute guys eating me through my bikini.

Women eat pussy well. There is no argument there, and I like an occasional chick lick. But a guy really hungry for it after a long and playful tease will do things to me that will trigger orgasms from the deepest part of me. It’s like they want to climb inside they are so desperate to taste me. Yeah, they slobber and grunt and claw, but the ends always justify the means, and a mean orgasm is why I go through all the fuss.

One particular summer weekend I put on my skimpiest skin tone bikini, made sure the leg bands were loose, and headed out. To be modest, I kept a bikini wrap on during my surf strut, with my eyes scanning every cute boy on the beach. I set my eyes on a tanned beauty just settling in to read; Italian maybe, nice muscles, that thick curly hair I like to hang onto when shooting pussy sparks, and handsome, deep set eyes. I doubt I was the only girl there who noticed him, so I needed to set my trap quickly.

I strolled up to a spot nearby and plopped my things. I took a quick inventory of the area to check out the competition – a few tanned bunnies here, a few horny bunnies there – but nothing to worry about. My ‘scholar’ seemed more interested in his book than the little pink pussies strewn about the beach anyways, so I would need to put on a nice show to get his gaze where it belonged – on my camel toe.

I knelt with my ass pointed at the Scholar and proceeded to lay out my things. I set my knees apart as I fussed around, giving him a full view of my charms. I have practiced this a thousand times in a mirror, and it’s intoxicating. The thin fabric always works its way between my lips, and clearly shows the nub of my clitoris. If I shift my weight to one leg, the stretched leg band will relax and give just a sliver of a peek at my shaved vulva.

A quick glance behind and I could see he was definitely not reading anymore.

Next on my list is to make sure a little extra sand is where my butt will be, so my hips are slightly raised. This of course makes my mons all the more prominent, and the loose leg bands open just enough to show the smooth sides of my pubis. A tempting offering by any measure.

I settled in and oiled up. I can feel eyes raking over my body. When I’m fairly warmed up, it’s time for a swim, and the final stage of my tease – the wet camel toe. The wispy bikini fabric firmly entrenches between my labs with little left to wonder about.

A few short minutes in the water and I head back to my towel. I can see Mr. Scholar’s eyes glued to my pussy, watching its every wiggle and shift as I walk. I imagined him wanting to be my bikini right about now, snug between the dancing labs.

I again pointed my bottom to him while I fussed with the towel. With the wet fabric stuck to me, he could see every detail – my clitoris, my wings, hell he could probably even see my pee hole. I sat just quickly enough to catch him looking at me. The shy boy averted his eyes for a few seconds, then had them right back on me, this time on my breasts. My nipples clearly visible, and by now punching against the fabric. Our eyes finally met. My smile told him it was ok to look, and look he did.

He approached and introduced himself as Rock, and went on to explain his mother was a big fan of the Actor, Rock Hudson. The name fit him well.

We made small talk for a while and got to know each other. Rock was not only handsome, but a really nice guy – or at least so far. The subject turned to cars, and he told me he owned an all original Woody panel truck. I’m not a car fan, but certain cars are works of art, and the Woody was at the top of that list. I jumped at the chance to see it, and maybe a little more.

I gathered up my things and followed him to the parking lot. There it was; an absolutely beautiful automobile in stunning condition. I’ve made love in a lot of places, but none quite like this – my mind was already made up I would, at the very least, get a sound and thorough licking in this car.

Rock opened the door and invited me in for a non-alcoholic drink. I climbed in, giving just a little show, not wanting to overdo it now that I had made it this close.

Once inside we made more small talk, but the sexual energy was building, and both of us were aware of it.  I decided to make the first, not-so-subtle move by lying back and letting one leg fall open. Rock’s eyes went right for my pussy, where my bikini was comfortably wedged and waiting for closer inspection.

I’m not known for being subtle and got right to the challenge. I told him if he can make me come right through the fabric, he could keep the bottoms as a souvenir.

That challenge landed his cute face between my legs in under a second. He was no stranger to pleasing a pussy, and had me milking up in no time.

He grabbed on to my hips to pull me harder against him, and used his chin to put pressure on my clitty. See, most guys thinks it’s all about the tongue. Fact is, a good man will use his whole face as a sex toy. Rock was just such a man.

Well, he made good on the challenge and had me squirting right through the fabric. He set aside his bedroom manners for just a second to slurp and slobber all what I had to offer.

When I calmed own, I slipped of the bikini and handed them to him. A prize well earned.

Rock was too cute to stop there, and with me on my back without a bikini, and legs wide apart, Rock had all the invite he needed to give me a nice poke in the puss. We had the Woody rockin’, that’s for sure. Rockin’ with Rock. What a pleasure this catch of the day turned out to be.

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A.W.

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