Brenda gets a tattoo and a cock (1)
Brenda took another pull from her wine cooler, tipping the bottle back until the last drop slid down her throat. The sun was slipping lower, painting the sky with streaks of deep orange and pink over the ocean. It was her sixth bottle, and the warm buzz in her veins had melted away any lingering tension.
Dan reached into the toss-away cooler beside them, pulled out another bottle, twisted the cap off, and handed it to her with a lazy grin.
“Are you trying to get me drunk?” Brenda teased, her voice playful as she tossed her thick, glossy black curls over her shoulder. Her deep brown eyes sparkled with amusement, her full lips curving into a smile that showcased a perfect set of gleaming white teeth.
Dan chuckled, but his gaze dipped-inevitably-to her chest.
The sight never failed to captivate him. Her skin was smooth, a rich, warm brown that glowed under the golden rays of the setting sun. Her breasts-full, round, and straining against the too-tight emerald one-piece-rose and fell with each breath, the thin material leaving nothing to the imagination. A fine sheen of sweat glistened over them, highlighting every curve. When she laughed, they jiggled just enough to make his throat go dry.
“Are you looking at my boobs again, Dan?” Brenda asked, one perfectly arched brow lifting in amusement.
Dan’s face heated instantly. His eyes shot away as if caught in the act, though he knew he was guilty as charged.
“I-uh-” He fumbled, rubbing the back of his neck, but the damage was done.
Brenda giggled, twirling a dark finger through her curls. “You’re so cute when you get embarrassed, you know that?”
Dan groaned internally. She had no idea what she was doing to him. Or maybe she did. That teasing glint in her eyes made him suspicious.
“Are you okay, hun?” she asked, shifting slightly in her seat, the movement only making his predicament worse.
“Yeah, yeah. I’m good.” He forced a smile, but beneath the table, he subtly adjusted his position, trying to ease the pressure in his shorts. His arousal was inconvenient, to say the least.
Brenda watched him for a long moment, her gaze dipping down, lingering just enough to make it clear that she’d noticed. A slow, knowing smirk curved her lips.
“So,” Dan cleared his throat, desperate to shift the focus, “what do you wanna do next?”
Brenda stretched, arching her back slightly-on purpose, he was sure-before humming in thought. “I don’t know. What do you wanna do?”
It wasn’t fair. She was stunning. Beyond stunning. With the alcohol fogging his brain, his usual restraint was slipping. His eyes roamed over her body, drinking in the flawless curve of her hips, the long, toned legs that seemed to go on forever, the way her thighs pressed together just right. And damn, did she have to smell so good? A mix of coconut sunscreen and something uniquely her that made his pulse stutter.
Focus, Dan.
“We could walk the strip, find something to eat?” he suggested, willing his voice to stay steady.
Brenda cocked her head, considering. “Hmm. Maybe. But that means I’ll have to put real clothes on.”
Dan chuckled, though part of him screamed, Please don’t.
She glanced down at herself, brushing her fingers along her thigh absentmindedly. The movement made his mouth go dry.
“So,” she murmured, her voice low and teasing, “you’ve been checking me out all day, huh?”
Dan nearly choked on air. “W-what? No, I-”
Brenda threw her head back and laughed, the sound rich and sultry. “Oh, come on. You think I haven’t noticed?” She leaned in, her voice dropping to a whisper. “You’re not exactly subtle, Danny boy.”
Heat flooded his face. “I-uh-”
“You,” she interrupted, tapping his nose with her finger, “are adorable.”
Dan groaned, covering his face. “I hate you.”
Brenda giggled. “No, you don’t.”
Damn it. She was right.
He shook his head, trying to regain some composure. “So, are we getting food, or are you just gonna keep roasting me?”
Brenda hummed, then suddenly perked up, her eyes locking onto something across the street.
“Ooooh!” She gasped dramatically, clutching his arm. “I wanna get a tattoo!”
Dan blinked. “A tattoo?”
“Yup!”
“Are you drunk?”
She grinned. “Well… yeah. But isn’t that when you should get a tattoo?”
Dan laughed despite himself. “That’s the worst logic I’ve ever heard.”
“But it makes sense, right?” she pressed.
“Not even a little.”
Brenda pouted. “C’mon, Dan. Live a little. Let’s be spontaneous!”
Dan hesitated, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know… I mean, what if you wake up tomorrow and regret it?”
“Then I’ll regret it in style.” She tossed him a wink. “Besides, I’ve always wanted one. I just never got around to it.”
That made him pause. “Really?”
She nodded. “Mmhmm. Just never had the right moment.”
Dan exhaled, watching her for a beat. She was serious. Well, as serious as a tipsy woman could be.
“Alright,” he conceded. “Let’s do it.”
Brenda squealed, clapping her hands. “Yay! But first…”
Dan lifted a brow. “First?”
She leaned in, her lips dangerously close to his ear. “I think I need another wine cooler. Or two.”
Dan laughed, shaking his head. “Why am I not surprised?”
He stood, stretching. “Alright. More drinks, then a tattoo.”
Brenda grinned, hopping up beside him. As they made their way through the crowded beach lounge, Dan stole one last glance at her.
Her swimsuit hugged her body like a second skin, and every step she took sent a ripple through her curvy figure. Her ass, barely contained in the fabric, was a masterpiece.
Dan swallowed hard.
This was going to be a long night.