This is the story of the first (and only) time I ever got with a guy that had a BBC. In hindsight, this turned into a real essay on men and their penises, hahaha.
I was on holiday again, but this time in Magaluf (classy) with a few girl friends. We went on a booze cruise (double classy) so had to dress for being in the sun all day. For me, the appropriate outfit was just a pink bikini top and washed-out denim shorts. The top was pretty revealing, and my breasts looked amazing in it, even if I do say so myself. It really gives me a thrill to wear things like that as I know all the boys are going to be looking at them and getting excited.
Once on the boat, it wasn’t long before I was getting a bit of attention, but there were a lot of scantily clad, hot girls there, so it’s not like I was the only one. One guy took a pretty quick interest in me. He used some contrived reason during a stupid drinking game to try and strike up a conversation with me. This made it fairly obvious he was interested, and he was a good looking guy so I was too.