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X-Rated Hardcore Erotica 4
(Darren G. Burton)

Stud Sandwich





Sandy was feeling really horny tonight.

She worked as a waitress in a restaurant on an island resort. The tropical island was only small and catered mostly to adult tourists, although some families did book in for a stay from time to time.

There was no breeze as she made her way down to a secluded section of beach in the moonlight. The night was warm. She'd just finished work and felt like a relaxing swim to wind down after her busy shift. Lazy palm trees hung over the stretch of flat white sand. She dumped her towel on the ground, kicked off her shoes, unbuttoned her top and slipped out of her skirt. Her red bra and panties were then removed and she stood there completely naked, gazing out over the calm water.

The island was surrounded by coral reef, protecting the beaches from swells. The water was as calm as a lake and shimmered resplendently under the glow of the full moon.

The sand was that soft and fine it felt like talc under her feet as she strolled down to the water's edge. Sandy tested the water with her big toe. It was warm like a tepid bathtub. She shuffled into the water, exhilarating in the feel of being naked on the beach. It served to heighten her sexual desires. 

She really craved the attention of a man tonight. But who? Should she go back to the bar and hit on one of the male staffers? She'd done that a few times in the past. Maybe hook up with a tourist? She'd done that too, more often than she could remember.

There was a sense of freedom swimming nude. It was somehow titillating and sensual. Natural. Clothes were great, but sometimes it was even more pleasurable not to have to wear any. She almost always slept naked too, whether she was alone or not. No restrictions. No discomfort.