"Fine," she groaned, letting her robe open and fall to the ground.

"Keep going," Paul demanded, and she reached behind her back, pulling on the bikini string until it loosened, letting it flutter to the ground as well.

Paul gulped as he stared at her tits in person. They were huge, beautiful, bigger than the pictures, firm and pointing straight at him.

"Fuck," Paul whispered to himself, setting his towel aside and grabbing his beer, chugging it.

Valerie's eyes narrowed as she stared at his crotch, her head cocked, a perplexed look on her face.

"What is that?" She asked, nodding towards his shorts.

"What? My dick?" Paul asked, setting...