Oh, how she wished she'd handled herself a little better. Don hadn't really done anything offensive. He was trying to be friendly. And certainly Traci couldn't claim she hadn't lead him on – what with her skimpy bathing suit and all. Staring at him from the corners of her eyes she studied his massive chest, his well-developed pecs, his rounded, smooth biceps and triceps. There didn't seem to be an ounce of fat on him. Curly hair covered his chest and parts of his upper arms like a carpet. Everything about him radiated masculinity. She wondered how Emily knew someone obviously much older than she.

"Where does he come from?" Traci whispered as Don moved to his blanket to pick up his things.

"Funny, I didn't seem him there. Oh, he worked with my father on a couple of construction jobs in Glendale last year. My dad likes him. He comes over a lot. Isn't he fantastic?" Emily asked, giggling while nudging her friend.

"I think he's stuck on himself," Traci sniffed, feeling a hot, tight sensation buckle the walls of her hot cunt. She wondered how he would looked naked, that hairy, muscular body wriggling over hers. It was something that took the breath from her.

"Okay, girls!"

Traci turned, but not before she looked at his crotch again. She saw the outline of his cock bulging outward against the sheer material of his bathing suit. It was obscene! Men shouldn't be allowed to wear thing silk that unless they wore jockstraps underneath. Traci thanked God it was dark. At least they wouldn't have to put up with stares from passers-by.

"Look!" Emily said.

Traci's eyes moved to the right. She saw five or sex young men in t-shirts and Levi's leaning against the front wall of John Barleycorn's, a beer biker bar on Washington and Ocean Front Walk. Both girls felt a little nervous as they passed twenty feet in front of the place. It was Don's presence, Traci was sure, that kept the men at bay. But she could feel their eyes burn through her clothing as she walked quietly with the other two. One young man she spotted was rubbing his prick, giving her a look at its long hard outline. Traci felt a double jolt hit her. Don's presence had made her jumpy. And now this animal was almost exposing himself to her. She dropped her eyes, staring at the beach, quickening her pace.