Noon, a stretch of beach with less family and more college kids.
From Nick's Corvette he used a pair of binoculars to scan the area. He spotted multiple volleyball games along a desolate portion of sand. Examining every outlet and the positions of lifeguards he points toward a game of jocks. There was a difference, this time there was another girl involved.
"Short haired blond in a bikini this time. No competition as far as looks go. She pales in comparison to you."
Willa offers a bright smile, "I know. I'm sexy and I know it. Body spray delicious. Send me in Coach. I'm ready for action."
"Choker bug lets me hear every word you say. Remote control lining vibrates once for yes twice for no."
"Got it."
"Alright, go have fun. Give me plenty to write about."
"Yes, Sir. Dorian makes me sooo wet. I just thought you should know."
"Don't fail me."
"NEVER!" Willa recites with a deadpan gaze.
Leaving the car with her towel, purse, water bottle, and oil she departs. It takes her five minutes to reach her designated tanning area. Before she even got close the players of the volleyball game took notice. She could tell the girl was already feeling threatened.
Waving at them, Willa decided to take her time. She had decided long before she got there that this time she put her feet in the water. After planting her beach towel and belongings she strutted toward the ocean. Reaching it she giggled and danced as the waves cascaded against her toes. She walked out until she was waist deep before she felt a buzz on her throat . Twice meant negative. She immediately headed back toward her towel.
Before she reached her goal she had to dodge the volleyball that was sent flying her way. On purpose she surmised. Retrieving it meant bending over facing their direction. Her bikini strap vanished within her butt cheeks. This warranted an array of multiple wolf calls. She turns holding the volleyball in one hand and pointing at the players trying not to laugh.
"You guys did that on purpose." She scowls.
A tall blond man with a faint moustache chuckled, "And, you did that on purpose."
He runs up to Willa facing her and claims his ball, "Nice backside. Front side too. I'm Cole."
"Willa." She meant to say Sara but slipped up. Too late now.
"Hi, Willa. Care to join us?"
"Sounds fun. But, I think your girlfriend is getting jealous."
He looks back at the players, "Megan? She's Jon's wife. No worries."
"If you're sure. I don't want to start my vacation with a black eye."
"Naa! Come on. You can be on my team. Let you serve even."
"Okie."
"Oh, hey. Try to keep your band aids on." He chuckles.
"Band aids?"
"That bikini."
"Ohhhhhh! Too much?" She giggles.
"Time will tell." He winks playfully.
Joining the team Cole introduces her, "Everybody this is Willa. Try to keep your heads in the game."
"Not in me." Willa jokes, "I mean not ON me. Now I'm embarrassed."
Everyone laughs except Megan. Willa found it necessary to try and make friends.
"Hi. Megan right? Cole told me your name. Said the game needed more girls."
"Hi, Willa. That's not much of a bikini. You must think you're in Brazil."
"Amazon ain't it?" She plays on the word Amazing.
'Cute. Serve and try to keep that bikini on. My husband needs his balls tonight."
"Wow! Poor guy." Megan would become quite the enemy she thought.
Pacing about Cole hands Willa the ball and watches her serve it with zest. This kept the ball moving for six impacts. Willa raced about dramatically trying to assist in keeping it aloft. Each time her tits bounced like runaway melons. Her bikini top struggled to keep from revealing her nipples.
Spiked in the front line by a burley bearded man they called "Gus" gave Willa a second chance to serve. Another perfect serve led to five more chases. This time Willa was toppled over by Cole and another man with a hairy chest named "Lance". Tangled up over her Willa found her left nipple exposed. Lance took notice and gallantly reached over to pull her top back into place.
"Peekaboob." He jokes with a wink just before shuffling off.
Cole shakes his head, "RisquΓ© business. Their serve."
Willa feigned being conscientious over her bikini. She tugs at her ass crack and the front patch. Megan eyes her darkly.
"That Megan's giving me the evil eye. What did I do wrong?"
"Easy Willa. I'm sure you grasp the notion of wanting to be the center of attention. That was her before you joined up. She will get over it." Cole pats Willa on the shoulder.
"We both know all eyes are on me. I just don't want her bitter over me. I'm not trying to make enemies."
"Chill out. Play the game."
That they do. Served by the opposing team the members of Willa's team dart about in the sand until Gus spikes yet another for the point.
A skinny long haired man known as "Fred" serves for her team. Willa charges forward once the ball came into play and competes with Megan at the net. The two women collide and fall back on to all fours. Willa's legs were wide and her thong revealed a slippage of her pussy lip. Megan noticed with a swear word and leaped to her feet pointing at her.
Willa blew the hair from her eyes and quickly pulled her lip from view.
"Maybe I should go. Obviously she doesn't want me here."
Cole growls, "Knock it off Megan. It was a clothing malfunction. Get over it."
"Malfunction? Every move she makes exposes something. She might as well play nude." Megan spouts angrily.
"Keep your ole lady in check, Jon."
Jon frowned, "As if that's possible."
Cole paces about back and forth in front of the net, "Look, we have to get along. Willa here seems like a nice girl."
"Nice because she's hot. You know she has all of your dicks in a frenzy." Megan hisses.
Willa drops her jaw, "Wow! Was that a compliment or an insult?"
"Whatever. Come on Jon. Let's leave this brothel." Megan fumes.
Jon shakes his head, "Really? That was cruel. Maybe you should just go cool off somewhere awhile. I'm not real proud of my wife right now."
Megan kicks sand at him, "You just found your bed in the alley, Buddy."
"Better than with you right now. Get an attitude fix fast."
"Bite my ass, Jon. Have fun with this little tramp."
Storming off Willa looks at the ground sadly, until Gus the burley grips her shoulders, "Don't let her get you down. Still wanna play?"
She perks up with a devious reply, "Harder than ever."
Cole raises a brow at her reaction. He watches her approach Jon at the net.
"I'm sorry if I got you in trouble." She pouts.
"I'm not. She's right. You're way hotter than she will ever be."
Willa bulges her eyes and fans her hand in front of her face, "Thank you. I think. It's nice being noticed."
Jon's team clusters closer to the net, "This is Keith, Dwayne, and Burke."
"Hi. I'm sorry if I disrupted your game."
Burke huffs eying her cleavage, "I'm not."
Dwayne hits Burke on the bicep, "Be nice." He then himself admires her chest.
Keith shakes his head, "Don't pay these perverts any mind."
"Perverts? Really? Should I run away?" She giggles.
Behind her Cole and Gus step up to her. Again Gus grips her shoulders tightly leaning over to bristle his beard on her cheek, "I'll protect ya."
She pats his hand on her shoulder, "My teddy bear."
Cole snickers, "Grizzly."
She winks, "Bear skin rug?"
Too their left the skinny Fred cackles, "BooBoo."
"You guys are hilarious. Are we playing or flirting?" She stresses with a sly grin.
Gus releases her as Cole motions everyone back into place. Calling out the serve Cole pelts the ball skyward over the net. Both Fred and Willa enforce the net as the ball returns. They collide in mid air causing Willa to fall on to her back. In the process her bottoms again go awry. Laying there Fred looks down and expresses a silent whistle. She grins and expects him to take her hand and pull her up. This time she refuses to hide her revealed lip. She plays dumb about it's exposure. Eyes all around share contact over her ignorance. None say a word.
Jon claims the ball on his team tossing it to Keith for the serve. As Keith serves it the ball careens straight down toward Willa. Before Willa can jump up she feels Gus grab her hips and literally lift her up to reach the ball . She awkwardly spikes the ball laughing.
Lowering her Gus rolls his palms over the tethered strings of her bottoms loosening them. She again ignores that fact.
"Good job, Hotstuff." Gus high fives Willa.
"We make a good team." She winks.
Regaining the ball Cole serves to a round of racing feet. Fred vaults it back over to Dwayne who then spikes it toward Willa. Willa yelps and once again falls to the beach. Legs wide she leans up on her elbows.
"Dang Dwayne. Are you trying to kill me?" She huffs.
Dwayne admires her pussy lip, "Kill you? Not even. You're too cute to play dead."
Gus pulls her to her feet with both hands and drags her into him by accident. Her chest crushes up against his, "Hey. Be careful the girls bruise easily."
She backs up then checks the girls out. She literally pulls the patches over her nipples to inspect them. Both Gus and Cole exhale at her actions.
"No bruises. You're lucky, Mister." She points playfully at Gus.
He reaches his hands out feigning squeezing her tits, "I can change that."
Laughter filled the playing field.
Willa puckers, "What big paws you have BooBoo."