After a long day at work, I felt like going to the beach, so I called a few friends and asked if they would like to go to the beach.

Everyone agreed this was a great idea so I packed a picnic basket some wine and got my bathing suit on. I throw on a cover-up, slip on my sandals, and head out the door.

I get to the beach and realize I have no towels or blankets. I am just praying for my friends to bring one for once. I take off my wrap and sit down on it. Looking around I notice a few people mostly couples sitting on the beach and fewer still in the water. I lay back and close my eyes while waiting for my friends to arrive.

I could hear them coming before they made it through the dunes. I sat up and peered with one hand over my eyes like a visor. Nope, no towels or blanket this was going to be fun. I greet them and we are all settling in wine in hand and snacks getting munched on.

After a gust of strong wind, I look up and notice the high tide is coming in which means the riptides will be coming and people should get out of the water. I notice one guy in the water waving his arms around so I get out and put my lace Sera on and walk closer he is standing with the water to his belly button and appears to be cupping himself. My friends all being nosy follow me and we approach this man with pure curiosity.

As I get closer I can hear him hollering "help me please" So I start to go into the water. I begin to shiver and get goosebumps all over my arms. As I get closer I notice this man has no pants on and the water is very cold. I ask him, "what's wrong?". He glances down, turns red, and dips his head in shame. He has absolutely nothing on and I can't even see his penis! I push this thought aside take off my Sera and fold it in half and wrap it around his stomach. I can feel his body tense up when I make contact with him. He looks up into my eyes like a deer in headlights. I, grip his arm, take a few steps, and tell him to follow me.

Of course, my one friend can't resist such temptation and when we are ankle-deep in the water she comes running up and poof there goes my Sera and she is running away. I can't help but look and it was as if a turtle hid his head inside his shell. This guy is so small and I realize I was staring and quite frankly gawking because he spun around my friends completely lose it and are laughing so hard I hear a snort from one, a cackle from the other, and the other is gasping as a fish plucked from the water.

I'm so stunned I am silent but I feel that I am more embarrassed than him. I walk up grab my friends Sera, made from solid cotton and go back to the man who I have noticed has grown in size and I feel my juices flowing. Along with uncertainty and shame on his face, he turns to me with gratitude and lust filling his eyes. I escorted him up the beach to the dunes and we got to a bicycle rack I said oh honey you are not riding that are you, glancing at the lovely bike but not made for underwear-less wraps. I said get your bike we can put it on top of my car.

I sit down and we head off to take him home. He opens up and we have a great conversation all the while he directs me to his house. Then when we get there his mother and aunt are there sitting on the porch watching the sunset. He instantly turned red, got out, removed his bike, hung his head, and went into his house. Both women start chattering and follow him inside.

I went home to masturbate to the image of him in my head.

The man child on the beach