(Sorry, just corrected one minor continuity error)
David stood there on the beach, watching the two Barbies breathing heavily on top of one another. The tension in his shorts was fading, but he felt something warm running down his leg. The two gorgeous dolls looked up and were startled a moment, but their gleaming smiles returned when they recognized who it was standing before them.
"Hi David!" They cheerily greeted him in unison.
"Uhhm..." David mumbled, trying to regain his composure.
"Oh, Davey!" Lifeguard Barbie said as she stood up, adjusting her red one-piece back in place. Her hair, which had been tousled and flecked with sand, was suddenly perfect and styled as it had been before. She walked on her toes over to David, and eyed the spunk running down the inside of his leg.
"Did I squirt sunscreen on you?! I'm so sorry!" She apologized, oblivious that such fluids could actually come out of a person.
"Um... I'm fine!" David said, quickly stepping back. He awkwardly stumbled over to the water and attempted to clean up.
"I didn't know you were still here!" Lifeguard Barbie exclaimed with a giddy hop. She was proud that her son was taking and interest in her work. And on a Saturday! She hoped she was doing a good job. "Me an' Barbie were about to take our lunch break. Want to join us?"
"Sure, I guess." David realized he was kind of hungry. He looked at the naked Barbie who was still seated on the sand. She was staring at him with the same vacant smile his father had. She hadn't moved an inch the entire time.
"Mr. Meyers?" He asked.
The human-doll giggled. "I'm Barbie!"
Right, David thought. He stared at Barbie's perfectly smooth breasts, glistening with the sunscreen that Barbie had massaged into them, rising up and down softly with each breath. Had he done this to Pete? Or was Gilmore still messing around?
"So where are we going?" Lifeguard Barbie chirped.
"Going?" David thought Pete had brought a whole cooler of food. He went over and lifted the lid, only to realize it was now all plastic. Play food. I guess we're going out to lunch, he though. Naked Beach Barbie was still staring at him.
"Uh... shouldn't you get dressed?"
"Oooh!" she cooed, "Do you want to dress me up?" She hopped up happily and David had to adjust himself as he watched her naked breasts bounce around. "Maybe there's something in my beach bag!"
David looked over to where Pete had set his briefcase. It was now an oversized pink beach bag. He reached inside and pulled at the first piece of fabric he felt. A yellow, two-piece string bikini.
"Yayyy!" Both Barbies screamed, jumping up and down. "I love bikinis!" the naked one shouted. She stood, in a pose just like David's dad had struck that morning, and waited for David to dress her. He pulled the bottoms up slowly, tying the sides in neat knots. Then the top, lining up the skimpy cups, he couldn't help but take a generous squeeze while he was there. She shuddered and groaned in pleasure, but otherwise remained still and compliant.
Before long the trio was walking back to the parking lot, past the life-size, pink, plastic convertible that minutes ago had been a silver Honda, and hopped into David's car.
