May 2, 2014
Blue Mountain Beach
I never stripped at Blue Mountain Beach until a week ago. Now I returned for the second time within a week. It was a typical bachelorette party staying at a beach condo, but with a spectacular view. The girls were partying on the outside deck that was facing the white sandy beach and the Gulf of Mexico. The sun had just set and the sky was fading into a dusky and pinkish red… And I ignored most of this view because I was too busy stripping down and dancing.
Two condos down, there was a wedding party full of families, friends, old people, and young. They must have spent a lot of money renting that condo to enjoy a wedding party with the lulling sound of crashing waves and the serene scenery. They did not expect a clear view of my ass in a thong, nor the sounds of women hooting and hollering from my antics. I’d look over at their deck and see a few people stop and gawk at us, their faces unreadable in shadowy silhouettes.
There were also people who walked along the beach. They, too, stopped and stared at the bachelorette party and male stripper combination in action. It was getting dark and I couldn’t see them very well, but I hope those people weren’t families out with their kids.
With the exception of the bachelorette party, everyone got a free show that day whether they wanted one or not.