My heart beat faster thinking he may have as my eyes dropped to my lap.Glancing at the man's wife, I found her reading her book. Why wasn't it her sit...ing across from me? I thought. Then I remembered it had been the man who pointed to the vacant chairs. Did he purposefully sit across from me? Oh no, the window behind him surely provides enough light to see under my skirt. My mind was racing.My eyes darted back to the man. It took a moment, but I realized he was looking at me. Our eyes met; his. I also had no makeup. I had packed this bag when I took a road trip to Texas last November just in case anything like what was happening now happened. I cleaned up and dressed as fast as I could. I could hear music playing and smell pot smoke so I knew he was getting ready to use me as he wanted. I came out dressed and the lights were low but still enough he could see me. I could hell he liked what he saw from the look on his face. I walked over to him and he smiled and told me to turn around. His thoughts were of Captain Reed and how she might look tied nice and tight with some good hemp rope. Naked, and tied nice and tight, he amended. That image quickly brought him to a strong, but not overly satisfying, climax. He got out of the water and quickly dried, his half hard dick still thick despite the cold, then dressed in a clean uniform from his pack. Finally, he took out some soap, and washed his uniform, hoping it would dry over night.When he returned to where he'd left the rest of. As we walked (and he went in for a dip), I noticed a couple swimming and off in the distance, Arnie sitting under his umbrella.As I approached him, he said, "Hey, waddya say, it's my buddy Ray! Hanging which way, Ray?" To the left and loose as a goose, Dr. Seuss!" I said."It's Ray's lucky day! I have a jay!" Enough with the rhyming, Arnie! My brain is slow today."We sat on the sand and toked up on his mellow weed. Buddy ran around for a while and then returned to the shade of the umbrella..