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All he could think of were her bright blue tiny pasties. The two little saviours of her modesty, minus which she would have been completely nude on the well... nude beach he'd visited on foreign shores a week ago. His first foreign trip alone. His first real nude beach. His first tryst with pasties. A sea of almost naked women covering only their um... posterior ends with those amoeba-shaped colourful bits, a sea of beach bums on white sands bordering the sapphire-emerald waves.


But despite the bountiful booty, his eyes — and every other part of his anatomy — were reserved for that little waif. There was something so wanton yet so childlike about her. As though completely obsessed with her sexuality yet oblivious to the effect she was having on him. "It's in situations like these that men end up thinking with the wrong head, isn't it?" he asked himself. Rhetoric questions, he smirked. That's when he saw her walk towards him.

"She's going to flirt with me! Maybe suggest we hook up..." he thought excitedly, when the mysterious damsel leaned in and said something a gazillion times sexier. "Only 50 bucks a bang," a strange accent followed by a stranger's tongue in his ear. He'd never paid for sex — in financial terms at least. He always thought of himself as the kind that could get sex without having to dole out big bucks.

Never had he been propositioned in such a manner. "You're worth much more," he whispered back in her ear, running his fingers through her long, salt-water-kissed hair. "Pay me the extra amount in kind," she laughed. What an adventure! Holiday sex at its best.

She wrapped her fingers around him and walked him towards a tiny shack. The beach there was as bereft of people as her body was of fabric. His hands automatically moved towards the pasties though the rest of her body was nude. "Human tendency to go for the forbidden fruit," he grinned to himself.

But she stopped him from peeling them off. "They're not coming off," she ordered. He was usually the one in control during sex. The role reversal was too much of a perverse pleasure. He went down on her, and then into the surprisingly unorthodox positions she twisted herself into, thanking his gym and yoga workouts.

He came with a bang. He couldn't remember the last time he'd experienced such intensity. When he awoke from his post-coital cat nap, she had gone. As had 50 bucks from his wallet. She'd only left behind her bright blue tiny pasties.