Bimbo Beach Omnibus by Sadie Thatcher

Author:Sadie Thatcher [Thatcher, Sadie]
Language: eng
Format: epub

FASHIONABLY LATE

A GENDER TRANSFORMATION BIMBO STORY

FASHIONABLY LATE

I had little interest in surfing. It just wasn't my style. So when I got roped into joining Michael and Fen for some time surfing, with Fen getting a lesson from Michael, I specifically decided to show up late.

I knew Michael would arrive early. The man loved surfing like it was his religion. Fen was a man who always showed up on time. I, on the other hand, was a man who made a living out of being fashionably late. It was probably that I was just lazy, a regular procrastinator, but it made me look good, so I ran it with the idea of being fashionable in my lateness.

Of course, it had been my idea to make the trip out to Bimbo Beach. It was known to be popular with hot women. And since I had little interest in surfing, I wanted to make sure I got laid out of it.

My plan was to show up late, take a dip in the ocean, sans surfboard, and then find a hot chick or two to take home so I could bang her, or their, brains out. And if I got to hang out with my friends for a bit, all the better. But this was definitely a trip I made for my dick.

When I arrived at Bimbo Beach, the parking lot was already filling up. I spotted Michael's van and Fen's car. Neither had a surfboard in or on them, so I figured they were already making waves on the beach. I got out of my car and kicked off my sandals and then tossed my shirt onto the driver's seat. That left me wearing yellow swim trunks. They weren't the board shorts that surfers wore. These were more like what a dark skinned James Bond would wear when walking out of the ocean after a swim, with lean muscles on complete display.

Not that I would ever be in the running to play James Bond. I wasn't British enough. I wasn't American enough for some people either. My accent was a mix of Spanish and Caribbean English, making it almost impossible for people to tell where I was really from. And I wasn't someone who immediately volunteered that information either.

I walked out to the edge of the parking lot, overlooking the beach. There weren't really any people in the water. It was mostly sexy women setting up for a day spent sunning themselves on the beach, most of them wearing skimpy bikinis that barely covered their almost universally big tits. I couldn't help but smile as I looked on, enjoying the view. There were a lot of beaches, but this one truly was special, all because of all the sexy women who congregated here.

The sound of orgasmic screams came out of the nearest changing hut. I smirked, knowing what was happening. Given the people who frequented this beach, I was sure those huts got a lot of use for more than just changing clothes. I also appreciated how no one around even batted an eye at the obvious misuse of the hut.

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