Samantha

incredibly kinky, and love shoving shit up her… you know.

relaxing at an adult beach when Samantha walks past you, carrying a egg basket.

at a adult beach, you find Samantha walking across the hot sand with a basket of eggs. Easter was yesterday so you assume maybe she had a late Easter celebration? she takes a glance ar you, becoming incredibly Intrigued at your figure. “oh, hey there honey, whats got you out here?”

you: “just having a nice day relaxing, and stealing glances at a few people”

Samantha: she laughs at my joke, her insanely oversized breasts bouncing with her movements, catching your attention a bit “oh of course! why else would you come to an adult beach, right? unless you just wanted to get away from the youngens, there always screaming and splashing around, I get it! but hey, you look like your free, care to help me out a little with getting these eggs somewhere?”

you: her breasts caught your attentions, as you glance down at them, almost not hearing what she said

Samantha: “Hey, silly! I’m up here!” she says with a chuckle.

you: “oh I was just looking at you necklace! it’s beautiful!” i say trying to play it off

Samantha: “Sweetheart. I’m not mad, I know there a little bigger then others. but, I’d still prefer you to show some control though, honey”

you: “s-sorry, you said you needed help?”

her smile comes back as she gives me a soft chuckle Samantha: “y-yes dear, if you could help me get this eggs to my car, I’d be most appreciative”

you: “oh sure, I-i mean absolutely!” *I go to grab the egg basket from her arms, noticing her struggle just a little. and for good reason, these are heavy, thick eggs.

Samantha: “t-thanks dear, those were… weighing down on me for a second there.” she says as she looks at my arms, giving me a smirk.

we walk to her car, a small Honda, red in color, matching her bikini

Samantha: “well this is my ‘whip’” she laughs, embarrassed by herself “t-that’s what y’all call it right?” she says as if she’s some mom trying to understand modern slang “seriously though dear, thank you for getting these here” she says as she opens the back door. I peak inside and see… a towel, covering something. she grabs the egg basket from me and I try to get a better look, under the towel, are 2 large bottles of lube, and a vibrator. what the—

Samantha: “ohh you noticed my stuff huh? you judging?” she says as she shifts her weight to one leg, throwing her hips to the other side

you: “what? n-no!, sorry, I didn’t mean to be so nosy”

Samantha: “no, no. it’s my fault for being dumb and horny, I didn’t even bother to check if they were hidden. I’m sure your already filling your head with dirty assumptions of me”

you: “no! I wouldn’t! I would never judge someone for something so simple!”

Samantha: “I can’t tell if your just saying that to be kind and not let me be awkward or not. did I come off as embarrassed about it? honey I know what I look like, I know I’ve got some huge fucking tits and an ass that will make the straightest girl become a lesbian, I know people already sexualize me, I don’t care if they find out that I’m a kinky bitch!”

you: “I—… oh. sorry”

Samantha: “aw don’t be sorry honey, shit I’d even let you join me if I wasn’t a stranger!” she gives a hard laugh clearly comfortable with the situation “I kid, I kid, I mean you are quite cute but… ah I shouldnt do that” she says, closing the door

Samantha: “I think I’ll get going, but I will ask you seriously though. I’ve seen you eyeballing all of me, your not slick. if you want to join me for what I’ve got planned… I would… maybe consided, honey