Bambi went to the beach for some sunbathing and guy-watching. She figured, what better place to be than on the beach when in Hawaii? As she set her towel down on the sand, she began to check out all the hot studs walking the area. There were quite a few studly surfers checking her out as soon as she had arrived.
She laid herself out on an unfolded beach towel, giving them all an eyeful of her beautiful body. Immediately, she had several handsome guys asking her out or if she needed help with her suntan lotion. After shrugging off a few of the men, one particular handsome and extremely well-built gentleman caught her eyes and she felt herself melt like butter just looking at him.
He knelt down beside her and introduced himself.
"Hi! My name's Tom. You new around here? I know all the girls that come to this beach and I've never seen you before."
Bambi looked straight up at his handsome face and, despite strange feelings that maybe this wasn't something she would normally do, couldn't help but want this man wrapped around her in a bed back at her hotel.
"My name's Bambi," she said with a giggle. "Wanna help me out with my suntan lotion, Tom?" she asked in a seductive manner.
"Anything you want, gorgeous," Tom said.
He began to rub lotion all over her body, kneading it into her soft milky thighs and focused especially on her back and shoulders, rubbing as slow and sensually as he could. Bambi was getting quite wet at the sexual tension building up between the two, when suddenly she overheard a conversation nearby.
A group of young girls, easily in their teens, was sitting at a picnic table close to where Bambi was laying. Two of them looked quite normal but the third had pitch black short hair, several tattoos and piercings and was wearing a black two piece bikini and very gothic black makeup.
"Jeez, Rebecca, your parents don't care about piercings and stuff at all. Not like my parents. They're such fucking prudes!" one of the girls stated matter-of-factly.
"Yeah, well, I work at the local tattoo parlor, so the guys there really don't mind helping me out when I think of new designs I wanna try. And who better to do them on than myself, right?"
"God, I wish ..." the other girl began to say.
