Brenda took another pull from her wine cooler, emptying it completely as the sun slipped lower towards the horizon, just beginning to paint the sky with an orangish glow over the ocean. It was her sixth, and she was beginning to feel next to no pain at all.
Dan pulled another from the toss-away cooler beside them and twisted the top before handing it to her with a goofy grin.
"Are you trying to get me drunk?" Brenda giggled, tossing her thick, shiny black curls over her creamy shoulder. Her gorgeous brown doe eyes danced at him playfully. A perfect set of white teeth gleamed behind her luscious pouty lips.
Then Dan's eyes dropped to her chest.
An immaculate set off ebony, sweat-glistened e cups, packed into a too-tight emerald, one-piece bathing suit teased his gaze. They jiggled and bounced with her laughter as he followed the stark line of her cleavage into the top of her suit. The stark outlines of her dark aureole beneath the stretchy, thin material thrilled him.
"Are you looking at my boobs again Dan?" Brenda teased.
Chagrinned, Dan looked away as his face went red. He was always looking at her boobs, but she'd never called him out on it before.
Returning to her smiling face, but not before a last cursory glance at her breasts...Dan noticed that her nipples had thickened, stiffening and swelling under her suit, and couldn't remember if they'd been that way before or if he was seeing things...he smiled sheepishly, unsure of what to say exactly.
Her smile penetrated him; she was so beautiful that it really was nearly unbearable.
Twirling a long, dark finger through her glistening curls, Brenda giggled at him.
"Did you know..." she began, gazing dreamy at him, you're so cute when you're embarrassed Dan," she said.
Freshly embarrassed, Dan looked away and crossed his legs, stretching them out on the small stool in front of him to hide his burgeoning bulge.
His legs were thickly haired and muscular. His skin was the color of the midday sun tinted by a touch of sunburn. Dan was about as white as they come.
"Are you okay hun?" Brenda asked, pulling a curl to her shoulder before releasing it and allowing it to snap back in place with a bounce.
Dan's crotch swelled uncomfortable and he shifted.
"Yeah, I'm fine," he smiled at her. But according to his crotch, things weren't business as usual.
Brenda watched him a moment longer, noticing his condition, taking pleasure in it.
"So what do you want to do next?" Dan said, trying to change the subject.
"I don't know. What do you want to do?" Brenda answered pleasantly, letting him off of the hook.
They'd spent the day together hanging out at the beach. Since early afternoon, wine coolers had been the main staple. Now, as the swollen sun neared the horizon, they were both pretty well lubricated...although Brenda wavered more towards the drunken end of the scale.
"We could go for a walk on the strip. Maybe find something to eat or something?" Dan offered sounding offhand.
Brenda cocked her head to the side as if weighing the option, then cast her gaze downwards and studied the vast expanse of bare brown flesh at the tops of her Brobdingnagian boobs. Dan noticed again how incredibly beautiful she was.
In fact, as the alcohol fogged his brain, he viewed her in a sexual way. Brenda dripped sex. She was gorgeous and mature; her body was exciting. While it went without saying that her breasts were magnificent, her figure was classic hourglass. But at that moment, it was her bare thighs, athletic and the color of bronzed chocolate that drew his attention again and again.
He wondered if she shaved her vagina...no...he thought again. Not vagina...pussy. He wondered if he shaved her pussy. He said it again in his mind, thrilling at it. Her hot, wet pussy. Her hot, wet...black...fucking pussy.
Dan's cock throbbed.
"idea..." Brenda said.
Her words broke his reverie as confusion knotted his brow.
"I said that sounds like a good idea..." Brenda said again, smiling at Dan's apparent predicament.
In a move destined to raise eyebrows and erection, she placed her tongue on the inside rim of the bottle neck and swirled it, licking up the sweet sugar sticking to it, as she glanced at him from beneath her bangs.
Dan's cock jumped and he winced slightly from the pressure of his leg over it.
Brenda laughed but gave no direct indication of whether she knew the exact reason for Dan's discomfort.
"You ready?" she said, shifting to seriousness.
"Oh yeah, just a minute" Dan said, pretending to read the label on the empty bottle in his hand. Holding it to his face, he read the ingredients out loud as if looking for something in particular. He was in fact, stalling for time to allow his erection to subside.
"Wow! Look at all the damn sugar in these things!" he exclaimed in mock indignation. Brenda stared at him with what could be described as a funny look, then giggled.
"NOW you're worried about that? After slugging...what...six or seven of 'em?" He worlds slurred ever so slightly at the end.
"C'mon Mr. health nut," she joked, slipping into her sandals and rising. Standing before him, he noticed once more how big her breasts were in her swimsuit...and looked away. His erection was subsiding finally and he didn't need it popping up again.
Rising, he joined her and slipped on his own sandals. His baggy shorts were loose enough to cover his still softening member, luckily.
But standing next to him in her hot, form hugging one-piece, he though Brenda looked like a goddess.
As they made their way through the beach lounges towards the street, she pulled slightly ahead of him, allowing a delicious view of her inescapable, luscious rear. A fact that he had nothing against. Her dark butt cheeks played peek-a-boo with the line of her suit, threatening to cause another rise at any second.
Once they'd made their way through the lounges, the turned left on the sidewalk and walked side by side.
It was a beautiful early evening. The air was still hot and the weekend strip was crowded with tourists and beach goers spending their money in the trinket shops lining either side of the street for blocks.
Walking next to Brenda, Dan stole quick glances at breasts as they moved and swayed. It was funny he thought. They'd known each other for about two months. Brenda had moved to Virginia from Colorado to take a position in his firm. They worked in adjacent offices and had somehow had become quasi-friends at work.
Dan had offered to show her around town on the weekends and some evenings. Thus far, they'd been to the museum and the small shopping district. Dan had never really been interested in women of color. Not that he was racist or anything like that. It was just something that hadn't managed to enter into his world...before Brenda.
In the two months since their meeting, Dan found himself noticing her more and more at work. She dressed conservatively, but she had a pension for skirts. He liked to admire her hot, nylon encased legs at the office. Normally, she wore a button-up blouse. Her breasts were obviously huge, even beneath her work attire. But today had been the first time he'd seen her in a bathing suit and he'd been quite surprised at how big they really were. The rest of her was no laughing matter either. Over and over during the afternoon, he'd caught himself trying to picture her naked.
They stopped at a hot dog vendor on the corner and ordered two Coney Island's with the works and two sodas. Dan paid for their dinner and they sat on a bench to watch the people while they ate. He couldn't help noticing the looks coming from the men along the strip in Brenda's direction. He couldn't blame them. She was hot, they gorging on the sexy ebony milf in the bathing suit next to him.
"This is so nice Dan," Brenda remarked, popping the last bit of hot dog into her mouth. God, Dan thought, she even ate sensually.
"Yes it is nice," he agreed genuinely enjoying her company.
"So what now?" she said as her pretty eyes bored into his.
"Uhm..." Dan struggled for an idea.
Suddenly, Brenda giggled, then broke into a loud fit of laughter, grabbing at her midsection.
Dan waited, puzzled for an explanation.
