The hand continued its upward journey and was soon caressing one dimpled knee. It seemed to have little effect – he was wearing thick faded denims. ‘Hey! Cut that out!’ Riki sat up quickly and jabbed one spiked heel into his thigh. But it’s what everybody back home calls me.’ Big Boy’s huge fingers gently massaged the dainty instep and worked their way up Riki’s firm calf. I thought maybe you just knew it, the way you said it. ‘What’s your name, big boy? We might as well get acquainted as long as you plan to stay.’ He slipped the spike heeled sandals onto Riki’s dainty feet like an expert shoe salesman. But Riki had to admit that for such a muscle-man, his touch was as gentle as a woman’s. This one really was a ‘big boy.’ As big as a full-back. This was fun, teasing like a typical flirt. You may put them on for me, big boy.’ Riki smiled down at his still scarlet face. Do you really wear these here purty things?’ The boy groped in the sand and withdrew two sandals with lacy straw vamps and tall wooden spike heels. ‘Hand me those shoes over there, will you?’ If you knew anything about women, you’d know better than to tell them the truth.’ The round toes pointed. Riki fell back on the sand, letting the towel droop to one side – and causing the youth to turn even redder.
I ain’t.’ He blushed furiously, eyes glued to the curvy leg. Five carefully enamelled little toes crept out from a towel, followed by a slender ankle and smoothly tanned calf. Mister?’ Riki’s voice was a low, husky purr.
‘You haven’t had much experience with girls, have you. With a coy glance, Riki let the towel slip down to expose part of one sun-tinted swell of flesh. It might be fun to lead this square on a little. He probably didn’t even know that this kind of a pass might get him a slap in the face from most girls.īut then, Riki wasn’t most girls! Not by a long shot. Obviously this guy was a real hick who just didn’t know any better. Riki pulled the towel closer to cover the wide expanses of rosy flesh between the top and bottom of an extremely scanty bikini. Anyways, I’d rather just set here close to you. Thank you kindly, but I couldn’t do that. He shook his head and his blond curls fell down over his tanned brow. Why don’t you borrow it for awhile? I’m sick of the darn thing.’ On an impulse, Riki pushed the transistor toward him. His broad smile was engaging and Riki grinned back, in spite of a fleeting annoyance at having the beautiful solitude so rudely broken. ‘I’ve been laying back there in the tall grass, just listening to yore radio and lookin at you. Ma’am.’ With long strides he came closer and sank down in the sand beside Riki. Miss? I sure was enjoyin’ that there purty music!’ A tall well-built youth arose from the grassy dunes some thirty feet away and approached the startled Riki, who hastily covered up with a towel. Why go to sleep in the middle of a gorgeous afternoon on a sun drenched, deserted beach?
Riki rolled over on a well-oiled tummy and flipped the switch on the transistor. music to wake up to or go to sleep by, folks. be treated to the latest in swinging music on Station FIMP. ‘SET YOUR FM DIAL for 34.5 for the best in radio listening.
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