"Babe, I'm so excited to hang out at the beach with a hottie like you, Amber. That bikini is killer on you."
Jake couldn't help but blush as this guy complimented him. He did have some nice curves, and this bikini did show them off nicely. Jake shook his head.
"You look even better when it's off of you, babe," whispered the surfer dude into Jake's ear. Somehow, Jake felt himself blush further. He had to get out of there.
"I...I..need to go to the bathroom, sorry," replied Jake. Suddenly, he felt like he really needed to pee. He started to walk/run to the bathroom, feeling his hips sway and breasts move. He felt a sandal come off, but didn't care. He had to get to the bathroom. He hadn't had to pee this badly in years. He slammed into the bathroom door and went up to a urinal. He pulled down the bottoms of the bikini on instinct and grabbed nothing.
"Fuck. That's right," said Jake going into a stall. The seat was disgusting. He went to the next stall, which was a little better. He wiped it off as best he could and sat down, as the door opened to the bathroom.
