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Stephanie 844-332-2639 Ext 454 

We both had enough to drink but nothing seemed to stop us; while snacking he told me about himself, his boat and he made a point about being a show off. “Doing well, extremely well for myself. There is no way I would show off” he spoke clearly, I could tell this was a very sensitive subject for him. 

I slipped over next to him, moved in closer, leaning my head to the side resting it on his shoulder. He raised his arm and wrapped it around me. “You really can handle yourself; you kept up with me and my drinking” I laughed, unable to hide, his compliment pleased me.  

“Ok, I think my time is up here” he said checking his phone. “Oh alright” I said glancing over, finding my short shorts. “Well, you can only dock here for so long, I have to move my boat. I didn’t say you and I were through” he said smiling, approaching me.  

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Stephanie 844-332-2639 Ext 454

Sipping a martini in my pink and white polka dot bikini with short shorts over my bikini bottoms and flip flops, I was enjoying the weather, the people and of course the scenery. It had only been two hours since I arrived at the bar down by the river docks.

The bar faced the river docks and I was on the far end of the bar settled on a leather but cushy bar stool. Boat owners would dock their boats all the time, some blaring music, some full of party animals, some just couples, just a variety. In my entire two hours I watched two different boats dock, stay a bit then take off.

I turned away from the river and hopped on my cell, taking short videos for my social media. Showing off my bikini, the background scenery and the serene mood I was in. I took a photo holding up the peace sign when the bartender approached me and sat a martini down in front of me.

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What A Shy Boy

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

The hotel pool is the only reason I travel for work. I swear I wouldn’t make it if I didn’t have time to bask in the sun by the glittering water. Except, this time, the weather had betrayed me, and I was stuck sitting on a plastic chair beside the indoor pool. It was late, and I assumed no other guests would be hanging out so I could read in peace. I hate when people splash about, making a rukus as I try to relax.

I settled back into the uncomfortable chair in my bikini, missing the warmth of the sun soaking into my skin, when someone entered the pool area—a man, well a shy boy, wearing board shorts and a long t-shirt. He offered me a polite little wave and then took a seat at the opposite side of the pool.

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