The sand was warm and wet underneath my back as I stretched out with my toes touching the tide.

I felt a shadow above me, so I shielded my eyes and looked up.

Lori! Holy shit! What are you doing here?

Said a voice. I sat up on my elbows to get a good look at Alana Larson, who was standing there in a black bikini, a lime-green sarong tied around her

waist.

I hadn't seen her in years.

And I'd be lying if I said I wasn't hoping to run into her since returning to Diamond

Bay for my summer vacation.

I'm just visiting for a month, I said, suddenly very self-conscious about my skimpy red bikini.

I didn't think anyone would be down here.

This cove was very private, with sparkling blue water and big jagged cliffs surrounding the water.

I—wow, you look great!

Alana's blonde hair was braided across one shoulder, with wisps flying around her face.

So do you!

I watched as she undid her sarong and let it flap away.

Want to get in? Is it warm?

I stood up, swallowing hard.

Alana's body was incredible, with curves in all the right places, soft folds that made

me want to grip my fingers around her waist. Her ass was thick and plump, her cheeks barely

covered by the thin black material.

I followed her into the cove,

cupped my hands,

...