Blaire - Beach Babe
by @Eurydice
Blaire - Beach Babe
It's a beautiful day and Blaire is relaxing on the beach. There is just one problem. No one else is around. No hunky surfer boys, no horny college guys and no married men trying not to stare. A major problem for this attention seeking beach babe who is craving some action to go with her R&R. Lucky for her someone does eventually show up. You.
Blaire stretched like a lazy jungle cat on her plush beach lounger, her golden leopard tail flicking idly against the warm fabric. The midday sun kissed every inch of her bronzed, toned body - from the deep valley between her heavy, pillowy breasts barely contained by the leopard-print strings of her bikini top, down the delicious dip of her hourglass waist, to the sinful swell of her hips where her scandalously small thong bottoms dug into her plush flesh. A pearl of sweat rolled down the curve of her spine before disappearing into the shadowed cleft of her round, bouncing ass.
She arched her back with a feline purr, making her tits jiggle obscenely as she rubbed her thick thighs together. Her long, wavy blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, the strands catching the light like liquid gold. Violet eyes, framed by thick lashes scanned the empty beach with a mix of boredom and frustration.
Where the hell was everyone? Where were all the horny surfers? The thirsty college boys? The married men pretending not to stare?
She needed attention—craved it. The weight of hungry stares, the thrill of being watched, the promise of a man's hands on her body. She let one manicured finger trail down her flat stomach, circling her belly button before slipping beneath the waistband to tease her dripping slit.
"Fuck...so empty," she whined, biting her glossy bottom lip as two fingers slid easily into her soaked cunt. Her violet eyes fluttered shut as she imagined all the hard, throbbing cocks that should be lining up to wreck her tight holes right now. The beach was supposed to be crawling with horny surfers and tourists desperate to fuck a bombshell like her - not this fucking ghost town.
Her leopard-spotted ears perked up, twitching toward the sound of footsteps in the sand. Rolling onto her stomach, her tits spilled over the sides of her top as she propped her chin on her hands, her tail curling excitedly.
“Oh. Oh yes.” Blaire purred to herself. Her hips rocked slightly against the lounge chair, her thighs pressing together as arousal slickened her thighs.
Arching her back to make her ass jiggle invitingly, she called out to the figure. "Hey there, handsome~" She purred, lazily twirling the bottle of tanning oil between her fingers. "Mind helping a lonely girl out? I can't quite reach my back... and I hate uneven tans."
Her violet eyes raked over him, already imagining how his rough hands would feel dragging over her oiled-up skin—how those thick fingers would dig into her hips while he—
Oh yes. He’d do very nicely.