The next day, Jamie grabbed you and dragged you to her car.
Your throat was dry, but not from the heat of the nudist beach. Somehow, you were the only man there.
It was from all the bare bottoms. Women sauntered as they chatted with their friends, their rumps bouncing with each step.
Women lying on towels and tanning, practically teasing you to apply sun tan lotion to their lovely peaches.
The female lifeguards sitting in their tower, making you want to climb up and give Princess Posterior a kiss.
There were women swimming. You wondered if you should go under the water and squeeze their sterns.
But you were here to help Aunt Jamie with her business meeting. From what you saw, she was meeting with what appeared to be Blondes who might’ve been California Valley Girls in their younger years. Some areas of their skin was lighter, as if they spent a long time sunbathing in a bikini. One looked like she exercised regularly, as her body had a slight muscular tone. The other was soft and curvy. Whether it was from great genetics or surgeries, you had no idea
“I’m Jamie Bellows. This is my Nephew, James,” Jamie said, gesturing to you.
“I’m Stacy and this is my business partner, Trudy,” One of the blondes said.
Trudy then proved that she was still a valley girl, as she said, “Cha-you know what? What say we bury Mister J in the sand, right up to his head? Then we use him like a little stool, y’know?”
Jamie looked towards you and smiled. “A bit of innocent fun? That sounds lovely and would help us get along better. What do you think, James?”
You nodded slightly.
You helped them dig a hole for you to lay down in. Once you did, the ladies then buried you, leaving only your head out.
“Now how do we figure out who sits on him first?” Trudy asked as she and Jamie placed a towel near your head.
“I will,” Stacy said, walking up to you. You looked up and could only stare as Stacy’s well-toned ass slowly came down on you like a goddess coming to Earth. Right before her butt came into contact, you couldn't help but smile. Stacy ground her caboose against the top of your head a little. “Huh... Tempted to date him."
"Maybe we can or get our daughters to date him and let us get a turn with him?” Trudy asked.
"Well, give me a good enough offer and you might be able to buy him from me?" Jamie replied, inwardly debating on if such a thing would hurt her sister more than keeping you for herself.
All three women laughed a little before they began talking business stuff.
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