I fidget a little in my lounger, let my eyes wander across my near neighbours and press my thighs together as a tiny recompense to make up for my disa...pointment. Things aren’t looking too promising today; there’s a family with two hyperactive boys, an aging French couple arguing loudly, a lone man with mottled skin and an undernourished physique, two fifty-something women whose swimming costumes stretch unnaturally to contain a lifetime spent returning to the buffet table, and a small posse of. She stood before me in the red satin slip, white thigh-highs and strappy white high heels. Fuck, she looked great! I loved the way the slip ended just past her pussy and then there were a couple of inches of bare creamy thigh visible before the clinging tops of the embroidered thigh-highs hugged her legs. The high heels accentuated the athletic muscularity of her legs and the whole outfit just seemed to scream out “FUCK ME!”“You look beautiful, Madison. Do you like that outfit?”“I love it, Sir.. She was just about to stand back up as she felt a hand softly touch her shoulder, making her jump. Her embarrassment and agitation grew until she turned and locked eyes with this mystery person. He truly looked concerned, his brow furrowed above his emerald green eyes. “I didn’t mean to surprise you, but I saw you take a rather large snowball to the face and you looked like you could use some help.” He took her hand and lifted her from the ground. She couldn’t help but crack a smile. He was. " She had been moving slowly, nearer and nearer, to what she had seen. She had her purse in her hand, and dropped it to her feet, drawing their attention. They watched it fall, and when they looked up, she had a driveshaft in her hand, and it was coming at the nearest guys stomach. She wielded it like a spear, and hit him in the balls. He screamed, and fell, retching and holding his crotch. The next nearest barely had time to look up, and did, just in time to see the end hit him in the face,.