The public beach area of south Lake Tahoe is a sandy forested area with picnic tables and lots of space. The wedding party matrons had built a portable feast and commandeered a choice spot next to the bandstand, so we had live music all day.

I did the good wedding party guy thing and helped set up, carrying shit (including the bride's mom) down the long lane and across the sand. Already getting hot. We all settled in while the women tried to see how much food they could make us eat. The guys gave me shit for not taking Michelle home last night, I told them it was against my moral code... she was getting married, for Christ's sake.

Sam had rented a speedboat for the day, so he could rip around and pull inflatables. Big waves, though, it was a rough ride. Those winds, the waves, and the southern sun soon took it's toll, most of the people retiring back home randomly. We went out on the boat in sectors. I found myself alone on the beach, taking care of Sam's kid, Zach.

He was 3-4? WTF do you do with a little guy? You throw him. Just dwarf toss the little fucker as hard as you can into the surf. He was wearing a lifevest, and LOVED it. I'm a big guy, and tossing this 45lb plate around was easy, but you should see the faces of the other women in the surf zone. Zach's screams and laughs drew attention, and I had 5-6 women hovering and watching as I tossed the little fucker out into the water over and over. I'm older, but nobody on the beach was built like me.

Coming back through the sand, I passed a girl in a black bikini I'd noticed before watching through an oversized pair of sunglasses.

"He's done, I can toss you around now."

Glasses come down. I feel like such a piece of meat. My eyes are up here, lady.

"No, thanks."

"OK. Come on Zach, lets go find your dad. Nice talk."

I walk out on the dock and await the speedboat. Tip, carrying a small child on your shoulders literally allows you to walk around in a double biceps pose shirtless without douching it up. Even the bride said "Holy Shit, Red".

I hand off the crotchfruit and head back, start packing up. Gotta make the wedding boat rendezvous. Get all the shit handled, sit down and crack a beer. Watching the surfchicks, working on the tan, chillin, maxin, relaxin, all coolin.

Hi black bikini.

Rachel. I invite her to sit, open a still packed cooler of assorted icy happiness. She grabs some zima style shit and sits next to me, glancing up occasionally in that fake but mesmerizing cutesy way at me. She thought I was being creepy single dad. When she realized I wasn't, she had to come over to say hi. Yeah. I told her the situation.

Little kino. She was leaning into me, punching my shoulder when I fucked with her, putty. She was in my lap when my buds arrived, I was gripping her hair to "keep it out of her eyes". Damn I love the contrast of soft smooth skin against a textured bikini with cool moist skin underneath said bikini.

I disengaged. Got her number. Said I wasn't free until 10, because wedding, but I want to see her tonight. Got the digits, kissed the neck, left.

Home. Change. Look Sharp. Bus to boat. Marry. Drinks. Fun. Cruise. Party. Mom the of bride way drunk and aggressive. Your tongue tastes like gin. Laugh. Party winds down, boat docks. Bus back to resort. Long day. Call Rachel.

Hey girl. It's over. another one bites the dust. I'm so depressed. Come lift my...spirits.

She did. Sex was made. We made the sex. She left. I slept.

Some TRP praxeology ....

Lift. Literally nothing else will make you look and feel better. Core Tenet.

If you're built, a beach day is a gift from the gods.

Having fun with a kid is like kissing a puppy to women. Just not if it's your kid. Ensure they know that.

Don't be bashful. Every comment is an opener. Even if it bombs.

Be sexual and be ok with being sexual.

Don't make her the center of your world, invite her into your world.

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redpect 7y ago

I think your content has very little impact here because is written as a erotic novel.

And also, it's doesnt add a lot.

For example. ¿How do you get the girl from rubbing shoulders to putting her on your lap? The classic pick up and move her? Another way?

Vikingcel 7y ago

Reads like it was written for a female audience. Sometimes you just gotta flex

FereallyRed 7y ago

Step by step? Escalate kino.

With her, I started by teasing (negging) her about how tiny she was, leading to comparing hand sizes (this is a good bar tactic, BTW). Which led to her putting her hand in mine, which led to a calf size comparison when she told me she liked to bicycle after I mentioned a famous Seattle to Portland (207 miles) in a day ride I'd done recently... Which led to a side-by side leg thing, which allowed me to pull her down into my lap as I sat back down.

Not rocket surgery.