." He looked at me, but I couldn’t look up from his crotch where he was rubbing his hand slowly over an increasing bulge.I didn’t move. I was sitt...ng in the Jeep of the coolest guy I knew, and he was openly rubbing his hard on through his pants. I was mesmerized. Then I felt him take my hand and move it to his bulge. Before I knew it, I was rubbing his hard on through his pants. All of a sudden it was my hand slowly rubbing back and forth over the large bulge in the front of his pants. It was. On the really good vacations, no sobriety and no clothing either. Well, a swimsuit and some tanning lotion. But no real clothes. And lots of drinks. She found that the smaller the swimsuit, the more free drinks came her way. It all worked out.The beach house was on its own out here. It was small, but beautiful. More of a cabana than a house, really. But it sat on the beach-side of a small hill. Heavy, tall stilts attempted to keep it safe from the ocean, but it had been remodeled recently,. "Man, that's going to be one lucky guy," I said, playing it off as an innocent little joke.Looking down, the blond had to remember for a second what it was she had. When she realized, her face kind of blushed a little, but she smiled."Thanks. Actually, this is just for me. No special man in my life right now," she sighed to herself. Looking at what I was holding, she said "I uhh...don't think that those pieces will fit you," she laughed lightly.Now it was my turn to look momentarily confused.. Doris would never forget her next recollection. She glanced into the mirror and noticed that the man had both hands on the cheeks of her exposed ass, as there was no need to restrain her upper body. Doris realized that it was possible to jump up and run, yet she was unwilling to move.The power of the stranger pounding his cock into her, forced Doris to shut her eyes tightly in an attempt to hide the mirror images of her rising shame. She continued the viselike grip on the counter to prevent.