Beach Bunny

Beach Bunny

I live right on the Atlantic Ocean in Florida and have a very nice beach for my front yard. It is well posted but you really can’t keep everyone out. Like most people that own ridding lawn mowers, snow blowers, and assorted ski equipment I own a beach combing machine that literally combs the beach and removes anything bigger than a dime down to a foot deep. In essence I have one of the best-groomed beachfronts in my area.

I had a canal dug along one edge of my property from the ocean all the way up to my house where I have my boathouse. There is a walking bridge over the canal near the water because that was a requirement to get the permit. My boathouse is almost as big as my house and contains a fishing boat with outriggers, down riggers, and fish finders. I also have a boat for water skiing, a sailboat, and several other water toys. In addition to those three bigger boats in the water I have canoes, kayaks, and all sorts of diving equipment on the wall racks. I can also hoist my boats up out of the water for cleaning or repairs. Everyone I know seems to be jealous of me. Well it wasn’t easy or cheap. It was a life long dream that happened to come out right.

I am forty years old now and have a lot of time on my hands since my business is in capable hands and practically runs itself. Like I said it wasn’t easy. Maintaining my beachfront requires many truckloads of sand to be brought in to stay ahead of the erosion.

Once I had settled into my new career as a ‘beach comber’ (ha, ha) I realized that I needed to have some pretty girls around to brighten the place up. So I put an ad in the local paper for a ‘beach bunny.’

It read: Beach bunny wanted. Must be at least eighteen years old, female, and sexually liberated. For more details call…”

I was very impressed with the number of responses. I told each and every girl that called to send me her résumé, a copy of her birth certificate, and two 8×10 photos of her one in a skimpy bikini and one out of it. Again I was impressed with the number of responses that I received.

Of course all of the girls were attractive some more so than the others. However I was looking for some intelligence as well as beauty. I set up interviews with the top thirty and had a great time. I narrowed the field to fifteen and then set up a ‘Wet T-shirt Contest’ at a local college bar where my girls would be the only entries.

Now that was really something to see since all of the girls knew exactly why they were there. There were certainly no complaints from the crowd or from the girls. The girls got wet, teased the guys very well, and then tossed their T-shirts into the audience. The college kids went crazy, even the girls. Soon my girls took their shorts off and tossed them to the back of the stage like they were told to do. They were strutting around the stage in just skimpy G-string panties before tossing them into the audience too.

I watched two college girls fighting over one pair of panties and then the winner put them up to her nose to smell of them. I approached her and asked her name, it was Abigail. Then I asked Abigail if she wanted to go up on the stage and smell the source of the fragrance. She sure did so I led her to the steps and helped her up onto the stage with my fifteen girls.