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you stop squirming. I come
over beside you and cuddle one of your tits, massaging the
nipple between my thumb and forefinger while I slip a hand
into the front of your pants. I was right, no panties. Your
bush feels warm and damp as my fingers explore farther down.
Hot. Wet. Tight. Your pussy is a playground, and I have an
all-night pass.
My hand retreats enough to unbutton your pants. I pause,
then continue unzipping them. I get up and stand before you,
lifting your hips up enough to slip the pants off. Your bare
ass comes down gently on the warm bench as they drop off from
your ankles. I grab what's left of the rope and continue. You
might as well give up struggling at this point. I harness an
ankle in a few loops, tie it tight, and fasten it to another
post, just far enough to keep you suspended but loose enough
so your firm ass can reach the bench. Last leg, lassoed,
lashed, and "Viola!", you are now spread-eagle in the
lifeguard stand with a nice view of the ocean. Examining you
in this predicament, I sure hope no-one else had personal
reservations for this stand.
The night air is so refreshing. I just have to sit back
and relax
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