I woke up in the afternoon. My skin felt hot and although I don't usually burn, I felt I had overslept. The beach was mostly empty now, I saw a couple...far in the distance. I moved back towards the shade and enjoyed the view of the ocean. Soon after, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a figure move towards me. I turned and saw it was a lone, native man. He was tall, thin, long-limbed, his lean muscularity reminiscent of an anatomical chart. He waved his large hand at me and with a heavy accent. Offering you a-a choice, one that you aren't often given. Safely, I mean. To have the option to cede power to another in a rather symbolic fashion – ah – of course, quite presumptuous of me to assume, you know, ehm..." he was getting flustered again.Buffy took the opportunity to respond, though her head was spinning with newly blooming connections and highly charged emotions. It was as though he had read her mind a few moments earlier with the things he was saying now, and she was deeply. She is the one who waxed it only yesterday at the salon! I wondered now when she suggested I have my pussy waxed, did she have this in mind? Was she feeling me when she rubbed the cream in after waxing? Was the cream even a normal thing after waxing?All I knew is I was brought back to reality really quickly, Karen flicked my clit once with her tongue, and I nearly jumped off the chair. When she did it again, she put my hand on her head. I grabbed her head in both hands, pulled her in and. “I’m sure. I’ve got a lot of work to do tonite.” Ash held out his hand. “Nice to meet ya, Miss Maye.” “Call me Christine or Chris, please, and yes it was nice to meet you too. Bye, Ash.” Chris turned to go up the concrete stairs, and Ash watched her tight behind wiggle in her shorts. “Walters, Richards, and Van Dyne. I best remember that.” The drive home seemed considerably shorter as she always had a feeling of wholeness when she went out alone like she didn’t always need someone to enjoy.