" he argued." he argued. It was true, I do like the stares, whether it be at the beach or on the dance floor. I wasn't too sure about the two boys watching us, however, I had certainly enjoyed the show the couple put on. "I'm not saying I will do it, but another day would be fun." I conceded. "As long as you are not saying that you definitely won't" he said with a smile. Craig and I both called our offices and took an extra day. We returned for another day on the beach. Craig was very attentive, occasionally slipping his hands into my suit. I kept pushing him away as I wanted to rest and I knew I couldn't think straight with an itchy pussy. As the sun began to set, I knew I was running out of time. Craig joined me in the shower and immediately dropped to his knees and buried his face in my mound. He certainly was not going to make it easy for me. I dressed for dinner in blue jeans and a blouse (I wasn't going to make it as easy as the night before for him either. I even wore a bra!). We ate at a nice seafood place. Craig tried to keep pouring liquor into me but I paced myself. I had been thinking about what he had said. I had a fantasy about being a stripper, but I wasn't sure I wanted to turn it into reality. I figured that the lounge would be dingy, the women slutty, and the men would all have beer guts. After dinner, Craig looked at me expectantly. "I'll go look, but I won't decide till later." I said. He grinned and hurriedly drove us to the lounge. At the entrance, a bouncer told us about the cover charge. |