After walking for over half an hour, she rounded a curve and noticed an area where a pile of driftwood was heaped up between two sand dunes. Hidden from view by the hills of sand, the pile of driftwood made an ideal place to hide. Placing her towel on the sand between two big weather aged logs, the girl spread herself out on the towel.

The sun felt warm on her body as she slipped her bikini down over her ass so her twat would be more accessible to her finger. Closing her eyes, she could hear the soaring seagulls screeching above the steady roar of the pounding surf. Feeling deliciously alone, she let out a sigh of contentment as she slipped the tip of her finger into the hot moistness of her slippery twat. Smiling with satisfaction, Debbie began gently caressing her tingling clitty. Every stroke sent delicious sensations racing through her body as she vaguely wondered if a boy's prick felt the same as her finger.

Within a matter of minutes the girl was moaning and writhing around on the towel as the intense pleasure mounted in her body. Life had become so much more exciting for Debbie since she'd accidentally found the joy of her clit. Rubbing it more intensely, she was writhing wildly with her eyes squeezed shut, trying to visualize a hard cock.

CHAPTER TWO

The following Friday night, Debbie's father was hosting his company's annual party. These affairs were always a bore to the handsome widower, but he was extremely gracious to his employees who enthusiastically looked forward to this yearly bash.

Moving around among his guests, Bernie Wise was pleased to see that they all seemed to be enjoying themselves.