I blow my whistle at a group of boys standing in the water below me. They are doing nothing wrong, just ogling me in that way that teenagers look at g...rls in swim suits (even suits as asexual as the red, one-piece I’m wearing now). I feel droplets of sweat trickle down between my b-cups. I’m covered in a sweat and oil and it occurs to me that with my swimmer’s body I could be making a lot more money being ogled while sweaty and oily by ‘dancing’ at Tom ‘n Al’s, our local men’s ‘club’ (or TnAs. I reached down and slid a finger inside myself, just enough to spread my juices over my now swollen clit. I could feel the familiar tingling sensation building up already as I gently traced my fingers around my pussy. Not wanting it to be over too soon I brought my hand up to my mouth and sucked my juices off of my finger, thinking back to my fictitious playmate as the sweet taste filled my mouth. My mind flicked through scenarios, I imagined us somewhere semi-public, his fingers expertly. " I hiked up my pink skirt just enough to show him my now uncovered bush, and a hint of my black garter belt above it. I told him I'd had a fantasy for over 20 years to be taken on a beach, right where surf meets sand, as the waves gently lap at both our naked bodies. We kissed hungrily while we hurriedly began stripping each other. Within 10 minutes after my reminding him about my fantasy, I was no longer a beach virgin! It was like sexual taxidermy: I was mounted and stuffed! We used the surf. Finishing the work for her I looked across at Karen who was still busy and asked her if things were ok. Karen stood up from her desk and walked sexily over to where we were. Putting a finger on my lips she spoke softly."Well actually Andrea, we both have a slight problem" What is it I asked", slightly surprised but also very keen to know!"Well we are both feeling really hot and horny and would love to fuck you as the gorgeous girl you are."Before I could respond Sarah too stood up."Hmmm yes.