The Naked Detective

An excerpt from The Naked Detective

The pretty girls congregated together, roaming the beach and woods, pretending to ignore the boys and their hairy young pricks dangling openly. They made even Lana's mouth water. The boys pretended to play catch with a football, but couldn't help but stare at the naked little nymphs prancing all around them, tiny tits bouncing and jiggling.

Lana tailed the suspect across the beach and into the woods, attracting her own stares. A gorgeous, naked, half-Asian gal looks out of place even on a nude beach, she discovered.

In the shadows of the woods, the cool air caressed her, raised her nipples into hardened steel. The man with the appendix scar picked up his pace, passing in and out of the light, then—before the detective realized it—disappeared.

Lana went a little farther, looking all around, wary and feeling naked without her gun—or her clothes. Then a figure stepped out of the shadows. He grabbed Lana's slender arm and whipped her around. He shoved her up against a tree, the bark rough and painful against her bare flesh.

"What is it you want, doll?" he growled.

Lana looked away. "Well..." she began, "I saw you on the beach. And I— Gee, I don't know how to say this—"

The man softened, his vanity getting the better of his judgment. "Oh... Are you lookin' for a little fun? You know, that isn't allowed on camp grounds in the public places."

Lana played coy, gazing shyly but thrusting her tits out till they almost touched his bare chest. His cock was already starting to respond. "But this isn't very public, is it?" she cooed.