You keep on walking down the beach, eventually reaching the boardwalk. You stop at a hot dog stand and order food for the both of you, and sit down on a bench. As you eat, you look over Chelsea again. She's wearing nothing but a yellow bikini, revealing much of her rather large butt. Your erection hasn't gone down this entire time, staying extremely obvious. As you both finish eating, you sit there and look around.
Deciding to make a move, you slide a hand around her shoulder, laying your arm on her. She leans in, smiling a little. You sit there like that for a minute before she starts talking. "You know," she says, "you're the first guy I met who didn't immediately try to fuck me. And I like that. I like it a lot." You both sit there, looking out over the ocean. Eventually you feel her grab your hand, guiding it down to her bikini bottom.
You slide your hand under her bottom piece, and get a firm grip of her ass. She smiles a little, and stands up. You stand up to, not wanting to rip her bottom piece off. You walk back up the beach, reaching the spot where you met a few hours ago. You stand there and kiss, all the while rubbing her ass. Eventually you break apart and head towards the parking lot. She writes her number down on a paper in your car and walks over, emphasising the sway in her hips.
After watching her walk away, you decide to drive somewhere. It's only 1 PM, and there's plenty to do. Where do you go to?