Rolling Can

This is loosely based on something I observed at the beach recently. Not sure where it will go.

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Ron had had a long hard day. A day in commodities logistics and import/exports had left his nerves frayed and with a bit of a headache. So, in spite of his out of place clothes he figured a walk on the beach before heading home might help him unwind. He headed towards the beach access right after leaving the office at 5 getting there around 5:20.

Ron got out of his car and headed straight for the walking path leading to the beach ignoring the stares from several people as he traversed the distance. He knew what they were looking at, his business attire. His white long sleeve button down shirt and pale blue tie looked quite out of place among people wearing swim trunks and bikinis, but he didn't care. He wasn't about to go home and change clothes just to walk on the beach. With the traffic that would take over an hour and he didn't have the patience to wait for that. So far as he saw the people kept their distance, probably thinking he was cop, which was good enough for him given how he felt.

Ron walked basking in the sea air and not caring that he was probably filling his dress shoes with sand or that the summer heat was slowly creating perspiration under his dress shirt despite the nice breeze blowing off the water. As he walked the beach had the desired effect of helping to ease his mind from dealing with government agents on three continents that were specialists in being a pain the neck.

After walking for who knows how long, Ron reached the long fishing pier he knew was further down the same road his office was on and sometimes used on the weekend. That was far enough for him and at last feeling relaxed he turned to head back to his car. As he walked back, he wasn't particularly paying attention to anything going on around him. He was almost in a world of his own until he caught a glimpse of neon orange. He looked up to see what looked like a Hispanic girl chasing a soda can that was clearly being blown by the wind. He stood still and watched with amusement as the girl struggled in her attempt to catch the can the wind keeping it just out of her reach.

When the can moved to within only a few yards of him, Ron walked forward and caught the can under his dress shoe. Seconds later the girl stumbled up to it stopped over from trying to grab the can. He watched as her hand reached for the can but stopped at the sight of Ron's shoe that was now stepping on it. Ron then slowly lifted his shoe and allowed her to pick the can up. He watched as she slowly grabbed the can and stood up.

Ron was suddenly glad he had put his shades on as he took in the sight of the woman in front of him, so she wouldn't see his eyes bugging out. She was definitely Hispanic and the neon orange bikini she had on was definitively at least a size too small in his mind. Small triangular patches of neon orange fabric held with thin strings wrapped around her ample breasts and cleavage that he was now getting an eyeful of as she stood up.

As she stood up fully Ron noticed that the bottom of the bikini wasn't much bigger than the top. Low cut wasn't even the word for it being at least five or six inches below her belly button. Again, it was a small neon orange triangle with thin tie strings on each side of her wide curvy hips. Ron felt blood start to flow down below as he drank in this little Hispanic beauty.

As she stood up she held the can in one hand and with the other pulled her long black hair around her head and over her shoulder with the other as she gave Ron a cute smile.

"Thanks." she said shyly.

"No problem." Rom said trying to act nonchalant.

Ron watched as her eyes roamed up and down his body. No doubt she was taking in his out of place attire. This was confirmed as she said,

"You always dress like that to go to the beach?"

"Well, you never know who you might meet." he said smiling at her.

"Like a girl chasing after a stupid can?" she said.

"Well, you said it not me." Ron said chuckling.

"I'm Dulce by the way." she said smiling at Ron.

"Ron." he said extending his hand. As he felt the soft skin of her hand in his Ron was taken back to his Spanish classes in college and remembered that dulce meant candy or sweet and he immediately thought the name was appropriate.

"Well, I'm glad you were here to help me, Ron." Dulce said grinning at him. "I must have looked pretty silly running down the beach chasing after a can."

"Pretty yes, silly no." Ron said, and she giggled.

"You're sweet." Dulce said giggling. "My stuff is back here. I was just about to pack up when this stupid can got away from me."

As she turned Ron was again glad, he was wearing shades so she wouldn't see his eyes bugging out again as he got a look at her backside. Her bikini bottoms he discovered were even skimpier in the back than in the front. The triangular patch of neon orange material in the back was almost smaller than the one in the front barely covering any of her backside before plunging in between her large round ass cheeks. Ron had to force himself not to stare as he followed her.

"So, what are you really doing out here Ron?" Dulce asked as they walked. "Besides helping me catch my recycling. You couldn't have planned to be here dressed like that."

"I needed to clear my head after a hard day at the office." I said. "I work right down the road at Claxton Imports. I figured a walk on the beach would help me relax."

The two quickly made it back to Dulce's spot on the beach. This time she was able to get the empty can into her small trash bag without loosing it. She then opened her cooler with the intention on offering Ron a drink but discovered she only had one left. Undeterred she held out the drink offering it to Ron.

"No, I couldn't take your last drink." Ron said.

"Oh." she said giving him a simpering look. "I wanted to do something nice for you since you were nice to me." Ron suddenly felt his heart strings being tugged on by that simpering/pouty look on her face. Or was that just his hormones because even though he was trying to look at her face he couldn't help but let his gaze travel south to her ample cleavage on display.

"I'll tell you what." Ron said thinking fast. "How about we get a drink from that little tiki stand over there?"

Dulce looked over at the tiki stand that was probably 50 yards or so from them before smiling at Ron and saying, "That's a great idea. Let me pack my stuff up and put it in the car and I'll meet you there, ok?"

"Sounds great." Ron said. For the third time in the last few minutes Ron was glad he was wearing his shades as Dulce bent down to pick up her beach towel. He felt the expected tightening sensation between his legs as he got a great view of her curvy backside barely covered in that neon orange thong bikini. After enjoying the view for a few seconds Ron decided to quit being a pervert and ended up helping her pack up the rest of her things into her beach bag. Once that quick task was done Ron reached down and picked up her bag as she looked on as she slipped her sandals on.

"Such a gentleman." she said smiling. "This way." As they walked Ron and Dulce noticed people giving them odd looks.

"People are giving us odd looks." Dulce said as they walked.

"Well, we do make an odd-looking couple." Ron said chuckling. "Me in business attire and you in an orange bikini."

"Yeah I guess you're right." Dulce said with a giggle. The two made their way through the access point and Ron let Dulce guide her to her car. He dropped her bag in the trunk where she indicated as she pulled out a sheer white button-down swim top and pulled it on. Ron stifled a little disappointment that the show wouldn't be quite as good but noted that she still looked sexy, and her skin and that neon orange bikini was still visible through the sheer material.

After Dulce pulled the shirt on and buttoned a couple of the buttons, she closed her trunk lid before grabbing Ron's arm and saying, "Now I believe you promised me a drink."

"Indeed, I did, so let's go." Ron said. They made their way back onto the beach and down to the tiki bar where they were able to snag two stools at the end of the bar. An exotic (though not as sexy as Dulce in Ron's opinion) girl in a Hawaiian themed bikini with a coconut top appeared to take their orders.

"What can I get for you two?" the bartender asked giving the two the obligatory odd look though only for a split second.

"After you." Ron said gesturing to Dulce.

"A pina colada." Dulce said.

As the bartender looked back to Ron he said, "A mojito for me."

As their drinks arrived Dulce took a long hard pull on hers and swallowed it with an 'mmm' of pleasure. Ron watched and again and for the who knows what time since seeing Dulce felt a pulse down below. Ron thought to himself that she either didn't have a clue what she was doing, or she knew exactly what she was doing.

"Mmm, this is good." Dulce said as she pulled the straw out of her mouth and licked it.

"I never would have guessed." Ron said dryly and Dulce gave him a playful swat on the arm.

Ron took a small sip of his mojito to try to distract himself from the over sensual woman he was sitting with. As he felt the cool alcohol flow down his throat and ease his nerves, he looked at Dulce and said, "So what about you? Enjoying a vacation, day off at the beach or what?"

"My day off." Dulce said. "I do intake at a medical clinic not far from here."

"Intake?" Ron asked taking another sip of his drink.

"You know, check patients in, take their vitals and put them in an exam room." Dulce said. Ron suddenly had an image of Dulce in form fitting blue scrubs taking his blood pressure and felt another throb in his pants. Ron smacked himself mentally telling himself to get his mind out of the gutter.

"I'll bet you make a lot of patients feel better." Ron said with a sheepish grin.

"Oh, you're a smooth talker." Dulce said with a giggle.

"Couldn't help myself." Ron said.

The two continued to chat as they slowly emptied their drinks. As Ron downed the last of his rum and set the glass on the bar, Dulce did the same a few seconds later. They looked at each other for a few seconds. The bartender appeared a few seconds later and asked,

"Anything else?"

"Just the tab." Ron said and seconds later she handed it over to him. Ron pulled out some cash from his wallet and paid for the drinks. Then as if she suddenly woke up and realized what was happening Dulce said,

"Hey, wait a minute, I was supposed to be doing something nice for you since you helped me pick up my can!"

"You did." Ron said. "You let me spend some time in your charming company."

Dulce giggled before saying, "You are such a smooth talker."

They both hopped off of their bar stools as Ron said, "And clearly you like smooth talkers."

As they walked out from under the shade canopy into the sun Dulce looked at Ron and said, "Well now what?" Dulce's stomach seemed to answer her before Ron could by letting out a loud growl.

"Well, it sounds like someone is hungry." Ron said grinning at her.

She gave him a sheepish grin and said, "Well what do we do? I'm not exactly dressed for a classy restaurant?"

'You're dressed just fine." Ron said.

"Oh, you would say that." Dulce said giggling.

"I'm serious." Ron said. "There's a hot dog stand further down on the boardwalk."

"Oh." she said shyly. "Ok let's go."

The two made their way down a little further to where the boardwalk starts. They walked a few yards down the boardwalk and true to Ron's words they saw a small hot dog stand with luckily not that many people in line ahead of them. The two continued to chat as they waited for the others ahead of them to clear out. As they got to the front Ron said to the attendant,

"Two hot dogs all the way, and a couple of root beers."

After the attendant prepared their orders, Ron was in the process of pulling out his wallet again to pay but Dulce was too quick for him. He watched as she pulled a card from who knows where since she was barely dressed and handed it to the attendant.

"No, I've got this." she said. "You paid for the drink, so I'll pay for this." Ron was too perplexed to argue.

They were quickly given their hotdogs and sodas and moved off a bit and found a bench and sat down. Dulce took a bite out of her and just like when she had taken the first sip of her drink at the tiki bar swallowed and gave an 'mmm' of pleasure.

As she swallowed and wiped a dab of chili off of her chin and licked it off of her finger again forcing Ron to ignore the pressure in his pants again. "This is really good. Thank You."

"I used to come down here a lot on the weekend and browse the small shops on the boardwalk and usually get a hot dog for lunch." Ron said as they continued to eat.

"I've never been in the shops down here." Dulce said. "I'll have to check them out sometime."

Ron spent the next few minutes explaining which of the shops were worth going into and which ones were either overpriced or sold sub-par products in his opinion. By this point the two were done eating and moved to drop their trash in a nearby trash can. After dropping his own trash in the can he looked at Dulce and said,

"Allow me."

"Such a gentleman." she said giving him a shy smile.

"I don't need you chasing after another empty soda can." Ron said giving her a sarcastic grin. This got him a playful swat on the arm. The two then stepped up to the rail and looked out over the ocean. By this point the sun was starting to go down and the two knew that dark would soon be upon them. Dulce looked over at her unexpected date and said,

"This has been really nice. I don't want it to end."

While Ron was far from a ladies man, in fact it had been about a year since he had dated anyone seriously, he wasn't so dense as to not know a hint when it was thrown at him.

"Well I live about 20 minutes from here." Ron said. Small condo complex just outside the beach community. You're welcome to follow me. I'm sure we could find something to do. I've never been big on the night life."

"Me neither." Dulce said. "I get hit on too much at bars and clubs. And they're too noisy."

"I can't imagine why." Ron said dryly earning himself another swat on the arm.

The two slowly made their way off the boardwalk back to the parking lot. With an almost wink and nod like agreement Dulce followed Ron back to his place. As the two crossed the threshold of his front door Dulce turned and gave him a firm stare and said,

"Ok mister, it's time for you to strip."

Ron couldn't help but be a little taken aback at her sudden boldness after only seeing her sweet persona.

"Wow, you're suddenly a lot more forward." Ron said chuckling.

"Hey, it's only fair." she said as she stepped up to him and put her hands on the front of his shirt. "You've seen me half naked for hours and enjoyed every second of it. Now it's my turn."

Dulce then reached up and grabbed the end of Ron's tie and began to pull it loose. Once she got the knot loose, she reached up and undid the top button of Ron's shirt before fully pulling the tie loose and tossing it to the side. With the tie gone she slowly undid the buttons until she reached his waist. Once there she slowly pulled his shirt out of the waistband of his pants.

Although he was more than ready to rip his clothes off and the few things she had on Ron stood still and enjoyed Dulce slowly and deliberately undressing him. Once she got his shirt untucked, she popped the buttons open on each shirt cuff before reaching up and sliding it off of his shoulders and letting it slink off of his arms and hit the floor below.

In a quick repeat she then untucked his undershirt before forcing her hands under it and pushing it up. Both Ron and Dulce felt jolts of erotic electricity as her hands touched his bare chest. As Dulce pushed the shirt up Ron reached and grabbed the bottom hem and pulled it over his head and tossed it to the side.

Dulce was overtaken by the sight of Ron's slim muscular chest and once again started running her hands up and down it. Ron basked in the sensation of being touched by such a beautiful woman, but soon was wanting more. As her hands were going higher he took them in his and said,

"Can I get a kiss?"

Shy Dulce was back as she gave him a timid grin before saying, "Of course." She then started pushing herself up as he leaned down and soon their lips met. As much as Ron wanted to kiss her wildly he kept it slow and tender as he snaked his arms around her. Dulce mirrored wrapping her arms around Ron as the two shared several tender kisses.

It didn't take long for the hormones to kick up to full throttle though and soon those slow tender kisses got hotter and faster and soon the two were kissing and groping each other like a couple of horny college kids. This went on for a few seconds before Dulce took charge again and broke it off clearly ready to take the next step.

"Enough." she said panting after the heavy make out session. "You've had your kisses and now I want to see the rest of your body." Giving him no room to argue Dulce reached out and grabbed the buckle of Ron's belt. He watched as she deftly unbuckled it before undoing the top button and dragging his zipper down. As soon as she got the zipper all the way down she forced her hands down each side of his pants and pushed them down and Ron quickly kicked them off leaving him in nothing but his white sport briefs.

Dulce looked back up from pushing the pants down and her eyes got wide at the sight of Ron's prominent erection straining against the confines of his cotton briefs. She looked back up at him with a smirk on her face as she said,

"Wow! I see someone is a little worked up."

Ron put his arms around her pulling her close again and stole another kiss before saying, "Well how could I not be being around you all this time now?!"

"Hmmm." Dulce said steeling a kiss from Ron. "Flattery may or may not get you somewhere." Then she noticed not only his erection pressing firmly against her body, but also the dampness that clearly said it had been there for a while. She looked down and then back up at Ron with a wicked grin and said.

"I guess someone has been waiting a while for this." She then reached out and cupped his erection in her hand and gave it a gentle but not too gentle squeeze. Dulce the tease was here.

Ron felt a massive pulse through his hardon as Dulce squeezed it. He felt his knees buckle as he cried, "Oh shit!"

"Wow!" Dulce said. "You really are hard."

Ron looked down at Dulce and in a low voice said, "Ok little minx. Two can play at this." He then reached out and pressed his finger against the front of her bikini. Dampness immediately hit his fingers as he pressed them in. Ron leaned in and with his free hand brushed Dulce's hair behind her ear and in a low growl said, "It looks like I'm not the only one who's worked up."

All Dulce could do as Ron fingered her through her bikini was moan in pleasure and lean into him. This went on for a bit until Dulce suddenly snapped out of the almost trance like state she was in and pulled back again giving him a fierce look before saying,

"Enough! I want you and I want you now."

Giving him no chance to tease her any further Dulce reached out and yanked Ron's briefs down. Ron briefly basked in the comfort of his erection finally being freed before closing in on Dulce to give her what she wanted.

Ron was ready to take her right then and there, but their differences in height would have made that quite awkward and the floor certainly would not have been comfortable. So, Ron quickly grabbed Dulce around the waist and picked her up and set her down on the edge of his small dining table. Before she could even fully register what was happening, he pulled her bikini bottoms to the side and gave her what she had asked for.