to snap back to reality. 'Ahhh, give me a hot dog.'
'And?' the man prompted unceremoniously.
'Oh, yes, ahhh… a Coke,' Hank replied, and then wondered why he had said it. He hated Cokes. But he knew he wouldn't change his order. He'd get a Coke, and he would drink it. 'Oh well,' he sighed.
Totally deflated, Hank trudged back to his spot on the beach. The shore was packed with people. When he spotted his striped towel, delineating the 4 by 6 spot of sand that was his, he somehow felt a bit reassured. He was smart to have come out early and staked his claim to that small bit of sand. He dropped onto his towel and began thoughtfully licking the mustard off of the hot dog. What the fuck do I care about that jerk at the stand? he asked himself. So damned smart, making fun of people, ordering them around.
The truth was that the stand attendant had made him feel insecure and vulnerable again. Probably it was because he had been so high from having given that little girl such a big thrill. He didn't even have to do it with his cock. He had done it with his tongue.
He had brought her to a howling orgasm with nothing but his expertise with his tongue. Just imagine what would have happened if he had shoved his rod into her! Ha, he thought smugly to himself, it's a good thing I didn't, probably would have given her a heart attack from pleasure. It was bad enough on her as it was, he fantasized.
But he still felt a little deflated, because he knew it was only a daydream. He'd been on the beach all day and no girl had made a pass at him yet. Not a real one, that is.
The day is only half over, he told himself and everyone knows girls don't get feeling really sexy until the sun begins to drop on the horizon.
Sure, he could go after a girl, but he wasn't going to. It was important that one come after him. After all, that's what it was all about.
He knew he would never get his sense of manhood back until some beautiful girl came after him. Then he'd know that all wasn't lost, and he could begin putting the pieces of his life back together again. He'd be a MAN again.
He'd show that lousy cunt of an ex-wife of his what a man was! What the hell was it she had called him when he had accused her of being unfaithful? 'A limp prick', that's what she'd called him!
He'd caught her in bed with another man and called her a whore. She had laughed at him and said he was enough to drive any woman into the arms of the first man that came along… 'You and your limp prick!' That's what she had said, right in front of her lover, 'you and your limp prick!' The words rang in his ears. He'd never been the same since. Just because he had begun drinking and once in a while had had a little trouble getting it up.
So what? he sneered silently. That dry cunt! She just didn't know how to turn me on anymore. Dried up old cunt. He'd show her!
Hank was still smoldering under the bitter memories of the last days of his marriage when he decided to test the water. Maybe the ocean would wash away those bitter memories and turn his mind back again to more pleasant pursuits.
He stripped the towel off of the air mattress and carefully replaced it on the sand to mark the small portion of it he had reserved for himself early that morning.
Lugging the air mattress under his arm, he sloughed through the sand and into the ocean. The water was pleasantly cool. Not cold, not warm, but just right. Hank dunked himself into it and felt refreshed. He pushed the air mattress out, walking behind it, until the water was up to his chest.
The water was filled with bathers, and he had to thread his way carefully through them. Where it was deeper, the crowd thinned. Most people really didn't swim, so the deeper waters were more private, as if belonging only to that select group who had either mastered the art, or were not afraid to float in deep water, trusting only to an air mattress for their support.
It took a little scrambling, but Hank finally managed to get himself comfortably aboard and he stretched out full length on his one man raft.
Once firmly ensconced on the mattress, feeling secure in the distribution of his weight, Hank, lying on his belly, began paddling the mattress and himself seaward. Once he was out beyond the fringe of swimmers, but not yet in the domain of the boats, he planned to close his eyes and drift lazily back to shore on the gentle rocking of the shore bound tide.
The further out he paddled, the further behind he left his cares and troubles. It was a beautiful day. The sky was clear, the water was dear and calm. It was great!
He was just about to relax and let off paddling when his mattress gave a lurch and almost dumped him into the sea! 'What the hell!' he cried out loud as he quickly made the motions necessary to stabilize the mattress underneath him.
'What are YOU, some kind of a Goddamned idiot?' a female voice yelled back at him from what seemed like the depths of the ocean.
Right smack in front of him, having just bobbed out from underneath his air mattress, was a female head sticking out of the water.
'What are you doing there?' Hank asked dumbly, not being able to think of anything else to say.
'What the hell do you think I'm doing out here, pounding a typewriter?' the mysterious female answered acidly. 'If you'd been looking where you were going, you'd have seen that I was swimming out here, that's what, you… you water hog!'
Hank was fascinated by her. Her long brown hair floated loosely in the water, swirling around her lovely face. A face made even more lovely by her anger. Her luminous dark eyes seemed as big as saucers. And they were deep, so deep Hank thought he could fall into them and never reach the bottom.
For all her yelling, the girl had apparently swallowed a lot of water, and between her up-braidings she was sputtering and spitting it out.
'Hey, I'm sorry.' Hank said in a friendly bantering way. 'You're right, I wasn't watching where I was going, but then I wasn't expecting to run into any mermaids, either.'
The girl was in no mood for jokes. 'I'm no Goddamned mermaid!' she sputtered angrily.
Hank ignored the last remark, realizing that she was in a little trouble. He extended his hand out to her.
'Here, take my hand,' he offered. 'Grab a hold of the mattress until you've gotten your breath back.'
The girl shot him a withering look.
'I said I'm sorry,' he told her, 'and I really am.'
The girl was still coughing, so, apparently thinking it best, she grabbed his outstretched hand and let him pull her toward the float. She grabbed onto the float with both hands, then stretched out on her back in the water. Her body, from under the knot that held the top of her bikini together, was under the float.
As she executed the maneuver, Hank had a bird's eye view of her shoulders and lovely boobs emerging from the water. They were large boobs, round, and it seemed that only the nipples were covered by the scanty bikini top. From where he was, it looked to Hank as though the horizon consisted only of two great white globes, floating on the water. It was beautiful. And they were set so close together, he could have rammed his rod right between them with maximum friction.
The girl recovered her breath, and then, without another word, she loosed her grip on the float and back- paddled off towards shore. Hank watched silently as the boobs floated out of view.
With a sigh, he closed his eyes. Needless to say, it wasn't long before he was back in his dream world again… reworking the latest event to his own satisfaction.
Hank had no idea of how long he had been asleep when he was wakened by the feeling of someone nibbling on his ear and by the sound of a soft, throaty female voice saying, 'Hello, handsome.'
Hank was immediately interested and tried to turn over on the mattress to see where the voice was coming from. It was then that he was aware of a weight pressing down on the full length of his body. He reached a hand around to see if he could feel what it was that was pressing down on him, and grabbed a handful of curvy female ass.
'What the hell?' he said out loud.
'Now is that any way to talk to a lady?' the lush voice asked.
'What are you doing on top of me?' Hank asked, shaking his head and trying to clear the cobwebs of sleep from it. 'How did you get up there?'
'Simple,' was the reply. 'I saw your gorgeous form floating all by itself out here, so I just swam out, and
