It was very dark and I started walking on the beach. While walking I saw a black guy sitting all by himself next to a life guard tower. I went to him ...and said hello and asked if it was ok for me to sit there and chat for a while.I was really drunk and started talking to him. I said that you are so good looking, you can get any girl, why are you just sitting here. I casually asked him whether he liked guys. He said he is not into guys. I was a little disappointed. But since I was drunk, I kept. I gathered up more of my dress with my right hand, wanting to see him disappear into my hole. He moaned. I moaned. My nails dug gently into the back of his head as it nestled in my chest, his arms supporting my weight behind. He began to shift in and out, slowly, quietly. We could hear voices round the corner, smell cigarette smoke. Someone was enjoying a break yards away from us. Our lips locked most of the time, tongues searching around each others’ mouths to communicate the erotic nature. I didn't want to try moving them in case I was still under observation. I imagined that this might be a cruel joke, but what did I have to lose? I had to trust Sammy. I returned to my breakfast tray and pretended to eat and drink. Most all of it wound up in the chamber pot. I stretched and yawned. Then I lay down and feigned sleep. That was difficult to do with my nerves on edge just waiting for the signal to move. My body twitched involuntarily when I heard a bell begin to toll and I cursed. I hadn't even known she lived around here, and if I had I never would’ve come close. My first instinct was to just get the hell out. I didn't want to attract any attention, and a reunion with that cunt would be anything but quiet. I paid my tab and made as quick an exit as I could without looking suspicious.I got back in the car, disappointed at another fruitless night. I hadn’t even had time to get properly drunk. But I couldn’t stay in there, and I hadn’t seen anyone with any real.