'Heck, it's not Sports Illustrated, but it's better than nothing,' Brian thought to himself, by now having completely forgotten his surroundings. It o...ly took a minute for him to find a section called 'The Perfect Woman'. The front page had a computer generated composite picture of a very attractive woman in a black mini-dress. Brian read the section closer. What it consisted of was the results of some survey of over two thousand men. Those surveyed had been asked what they found most. She new she should stop me, but she didn’t think I would go much further. She was certain she could hold on.I removed my hand from her butts, and returned to her tits. This time, however, my hand was under her shirt, massaging her tit directly. When I met no resistance, I quickly followed suit with the other hand.Since her tank top was cut so short, and I had two hands under it massaging her tits, there was very little shirt left to cover her chest. I moved my hands and shoved the shirt up over. I saw a couple of guys dancing and some playing darts and few others sitting holding hands. There were women there sitting, dancing and one couple in the throes of passion. I have to adimit that I was getting slightly aroused watching all of this happening right in front of me. I decided to go back to the bar and order another Corona and shot of tequila. As I was walking back to my seat I noticed this guy looking at me. I got a little nervous because this never happened to me before. I. ‘Well, I saw you laying on the beach for quite a while and I was thinking that it was time that you applied some more sunblock. This sun can be a killer,’ he suggested. ‘Thank you, that’s very considerate of you Mr….’ ‘Wilde. Greg Wilde, but please call me Greg, and if I might be so bold to ask your name?’ ‘Sara.’ She offered her hand to him which instead of shaking it he put it lightly to his lips. She blushed furiously. He was really quite charming, and he looked so much like Chad, she liked.