She hugged me and we sat and chatted. I could tell she was nervous, and I tried to get her to relax. My cock was already hard, but I did not want to p...sh my luck. She stayed long enough to have dinner with me. I could not take my eyes off her. Her breasts were small, hidden by her outfit. I wanted to take her right then, but I didnt want to scare her away. When she got ready to leave, I asked her for a hug. She was hesitant, but gave me one anyway. I made sure my hard cock was pressing against. “So many homosexuals,” noted Inge, now entirely disrobed. I, myself, kept on my bottoms.After a freeze-thaw ocean dip — “bathing” — Inge resumed my sun protection, here more and more up my thighs and finally onto my suit dead center. “Our boys do not know how.”In doing her, she said, “all places,” so that’s what I was doing when, “Alo,” from two boys about our age and Inge waved them welcome. At least they were wearing trunks.One of them said a pleasantry by its tone, Inge laughed something. “Now, open your fucking mouth.” Your patience had run out, and I obediently opened my mouth. Without hesitation, you stuffed a few pieces of tissue paper in, effectively silencing me. You lifted a hand and roughly slapped my face, not once, not twice, but three times. My face stung and burned by the time you finished, but the paper had kept my whines muffled. “Perfect.” You mused aloud. Your cock was still hard, despite all the time between the blowjob and now. Then again, slapping me was. It just never seemed appropriate to ask you out."Elizabeth laughed, Jerry thought it sounded like tinkling bells. "I thought you didn't like me,' she said between giggles, "and that's why you never asked me out. I've been wanting you to since that first day also."Both of them laughed and hugged. They danced for awhile and then Jerry took her to a quiet bar where they could talk. They were still talking when the bar closed at 2:00am and ran them out. Jerry drove Elizabeth home and on her.