She finished her drink and headed towards the hotel to go to her room. She was walking on the beach back to the hotel when she heard footsteps behind ...her. She didn't look up because she knew people would be walking on the beach just as she was. A hand slipped around her waist and stopped her in her tracks. She felt a warm breath on her neck. "I saw you tonight and knew I had to have you," a husky, deep voice whispered in her ear. She felt lips press against the sensitive part of her neck. She. He is 'Michael' Adamson Chauvin III, the last surviving male after a nuclear holocaust." (Apprehensively walking away from the tent, peering into the distance, he says)"Michael: Amy, is that you?"'Amy' Evelyn Libber enters behind him dragging a large child's wagon. It's full of canned goods, an old army shirt and a bow and arrow. She is a spirited young woman also in her late 20s. Amy is wearing boots, shorts and an army shirt too big for her, but open in the front enough to reveal decidedly. In the morning, I awoke to an arm draped over my side and a pair of soft breasts pressed into my back. The room was definitely not my dorm room, nor was it Angela’s dorm room, nor was it a dorm room at all, for it was larger and definitely much nicer. It was an actual bedroom, with a small vanity and a window with actual curtains just in my view. Then I remembered having fallen asleep in my twin sister’s bed, keeping a respectable distance between us despite the somewhat cramped confines of the. ‘No fair,’ he said, and I knew he was right. He needed his eyes on the road, not on me. But when, after a couple of hours, I took over the driving duties, I was free to indulge my fantasies, and his. I unbuttoned my dress enough to put my breasts on display for him, and I slid one hand up between my legs to feel my hot, moist self. He shifted in his seat, uncomfortable, I could tell, with his growing erection. Occasionally I would take my fingers out of my pussy and tweak a nipple, or maybe.