After a minute or so of walking on the wet sand, I realized self-consciously that I was the only person wearing anything. OK, I had just arrived, but ...ven so, maybe I should do like everybody else… Putting my small backpack on the ground, I felt a little shy at first, but soon I could feel the rush of pleasure as I stripped off, putting my Tshirt in my bag and pulling down my shorts to expose my cock to the full view of whoever cared to look. But of course nobody really cared to look, everybody. Weird. I don't know. There were plenty of nights I woke up from some nice dream and thought that I wouldn't mind being some trophy prize, the Boy Who Lived, for some girl if it meant I'd be the Boy Who Got Laid.What's wrong with me? Why am I thinking about this now?I moaned louder than I'd intended to. Oh no! I thought, looking down and hoping she hadn't heard me. But she didn't seem to mind my moaning. She just didn't want me to talk. None of that lovey-dovey crap that people feel they have to. "she tilts her head."Idinnoah" she says again.I just shake my head laughing as she grabs my wrist and pulls for me to follow her, I figure I have nothing to lose so I follow, she leans over the man, I am worried she will stab him, but instead she starts removing his clothes and handing them to me, I take the animal skins and put them on, I notice she blushes as I pull on the loin cloth. I try to talk to her but she does not understand me, she chatters something to me and points to the horizon,. " "Well before you commit, let me tell you what I need. I am making adress for Becky, for a dance she is going to. I need some one to standin as a model as I pinned it and so forth. Will you do that for me?" Shocked, I stood there just staring at her. Finally, I said, "I don'tknow... seems kind of strange. I don't think so. I can't do that." She pushed a little and said, "Please?!?! No one will know. Just youand me." At this point she turned back to the counter giving me.