That was it! Camey shot an angry glance at the two men wearing only brief bathing suits, and started gathering up her books and beach materials. She'd been sunning herself near the weightlifting pen on Venice Beach, watching some of the men flexing their muscles and pumping iron.

Watching their arm and leg muscles tense and bulge as they pulled the barbells high above their broad shoulders made Camey feel that hot, tight, itchy feeling tingle through her body again.

The tallest weightlifter with the jet-black hair especially excited her. She tried not to stare. But when he riveted his dark-blue eyes on her as he pumped three hundred pounds Camey felt her body turn to butter. It was a game, she thought as she licked her lips and fell back across her blanket. She let her legs go apart just enough so the tiny bikini was tight against her cunt. She was sure that from where the weightlifter was he could see the soft curve of her virginal cuntal mound. She felt so hot and moist down there. It was almost as if that tiny sex spindle she'd jerked and pushed only the night before was actually glowing.

Camey hadn't realized teasing a man like this would work her up. But she was excited! Something like this had never happened to her before. But then she'd never posed almost nude in front of a man, almost exposing her pussy to him in public!

A thrill shot through her body. There was no mistaking the sensitivity of her tits, the way her nipples glowed when the little patches of her bikini top rubbed against them. Camey felt a little breathless and tired. She stretched out on her back across the blanket, biting her pouty bottom lip. And then came those terrible, biting words!

"Hey, where you goin' hot stuff?" the first man asked.

Camey was standing up, brushing sand off her well-developed legs. Ignore him, she told herself, gathering the blanket and two books up under her arm. She'd turned toward the pen to flash another disapproving look when Camey realized the first athlete was walking in her direction.