The bathroom was still neat and remarkably clean for a Friday night, and Harri swayed loosely down, past the unknowning man, to the very last stall of...the toilet cubicles. Closing the door behind her, she flicked the toilet seat down with a bang and sat herself upon it. As she finished, she heard the stall next door close with a click of the lock. Not thinking much of it, she wiped, flushed and stood with a zip of her jeans. As she turned to leave, she heard a knock from the stall next door.. I like to just lie there on the sand and close my eyes and just listen to the waves softly crashing. This always calms me, even after a stressful day at work. I now sit here by the shore with my arms supporting me and my legs crossed out in front of me. My eyes closed, I let my body relax and I just listen. I’m the only one on the beach that night, so I’m surprised when I hear a sound so softly I think I’d surely imagined it. I open my eyes and turn my head slightly and let out a soft gasp. . ”I laughed. He had to have picked that expression up from someone English or an English show. I had only heard it on a British comedy on PBS.“Well that would be better than Donald Trump,” I quipped back.I paused.“All right,” I said. I sounded reluctant but actually my heart was beating with excitement. My puss was hot and wet. I badly wanted to finger myself to quench the itch. Looking around I saw the bench and standing beside it was a tall, thin, balding man with a clean, shaven face, long. Let’s get you untied; you’ve been like this all night.”He sat about undoing her arms before she removed the blindfold and looked around. “Fuck, it’s bright in here,” she said before pulling him to her for another kiss. “You didn’t have to tie me to have sex with me, you know…” “I know, but I wanted to try something different, to try to spice things up a bit,” he said as he kissed her back. “Mmmmm, well I’m glad you did though,” she said smiling, the kiss intensifying. “I think you should fuck.