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Zorbaz was holding its 18th annual Wet T-Shirt Contest, on the lakefront beach by the volleyball nets behind their establishment. There were 10 contestants vying for the $200 prize.
The beach was cordoned off with red-and-blue flagging. Tickets were twenty-five dollars per person, 18+ only, with a valid ID.
In the hour leading up to the 6pm event, the men in the crowd started getting drunk and rowdy, while the ten participants were given short interviews.
“I’m here with our first contestant, Kayla. She’s twenty-nine and lives right here in Battle Lake. Her bra size is a double-B.
“Kayla, what is your biggest turn on?”
“A man with manners.”
“And what would you do with the $200?”
“I would buy my son a monster truck for his birthday.”
“Make some noise for Kayla everybody!”
The crowd clapped and cheered and somebody yelled “suck my dick!”
“Our second contestant is 22 year-old Jacqueline from Underwood. She wears D cups. And what is your biggest turn on, Miss?”
“When he eats the cake.”
“What do you plan to do with the $200?”
“I wanna buy a new set of lingerie for my boyfriend to enjoy.”
There were some boos from the crowd at the mention of a boyfriend.
Our third contestant is barely-legal 18-year-old Kara, from Wadena. She wears E cups, and one can only wonder how the high school boys handled these heavenly knockers.
“Kara, what is your biggest turn on?”
“6-pack abs.”
“Put your hands up if you have 6-pack abs for this fine young honey…Yeh, not me.
“Second question: what do you want the $200 for?”
“A plane ticket to California.”
“What makes you want to go out there?”
“Surfing and hanging on the beach.”
“Sounds wonderful. Thanks honey-buns! Give a round of applause for Kara you guys!”
She faced the crowd and took her boobs in both hands, bunching them impressive things together for all too see them squishing there against each other in her grape-and-mint bikini top.
“Our fourth contestant is up here from the big city! Zenada, age 25, is from Minneapolis. She wears a double C cup.
“Zenada, what is your biggest turn on?”
“Confidence…and a big cock.”
“I suppose $200 doesn’t go quite as far in Minneapolis. What do you want the money for?”
“Matching outfits for my twin girls.”
“Let’s here it gorukle escort for MILF Zenada!”
The applause died down a little quicker for the black chick in the dark brown bikini. She waved like a Miss America contestant and smiled at the crowd. The loudmouth among them shouted, “Eat my cum!”
“Moving along folks, here’s our fifth contestant. 31-year-old Miri from Detroit Lakes wears B cups, and she’s gonna tell us right now what turns her on…”
“Someone who loves me for me.”
“Right now I think that’s all of us, baby. And what will you do with the money if your little titties take home the $200?”
“I’m gonna save it for a rainy day.”
“That’s a wise move! Miri, everyone!”
The crowd really roared for her, as she flashed her little titties for a second, her silver nipple rings glinting in the sunlight.
“Some may say an unfair advantage, but we love your willingness to share, Miri.
“Next up is our sixth contestant, Gael, from Perham. She is a double C cup, and this MILF is tatted up and, at 46, she hasn’t given an inch to gravity yet. Look at those hooters! Aren’t they something?
“So, Gael, what is the biggest turn on for a mature lady like yourself?”
“I like a good listener, and a hot massage to get things going.”
“What would you do with the money?”
“Take my boyfriend out to a fancy restaurant.”
There were more boos for the boyfriend mention, alongside one really long, big woo, that may have been the boyfriend himself out to support his girl.
“Our seventh contestant is Gabby. She’s another home-grown girl from Battle Lake. You might recognize her from running the register over at Hardware Hank’s. 20-year-old Gabby always has a smile, but with those F cups she wears, your attention just may be elsewhere.
“Gabby, you’ve got the biggest rack out here today. You know that’s a lot of our biggest turn ons. What’s yours?”
“When he knows how to dress, and he smells like a hundred bucks.”
“What do you intend to do with the $200?”
“Food, food, and more food.”
“Gabby’s one hungry girl. Let’s give her a hand!”
She got a lot of cheers, almost as good a response as flashing Miri got. The loudmouth tried his “Eat my cum” line again, hoping to find her both horny and hungry.
“Our eighth contestant is 33-year-old Rose from Wahpeton. bursa eskort bayan She wears a D cup and a nice bellybutton ring, I might add.
“Rose, we all wanna know, what’s your biggest turn on in a man?”
“He has his money in order and his ducks in a row.”
“And how would you spend your $200 winnings?”
“Shopping spree!”
“Rose, everyone. Give her some love!”
She posed for the crowd as they gave her their reception, sticking her tits out one way and her ass out the other.
“Ninth up is 22-year-old Vera. All the way up here from San Antonio, Texas. Vera wears a C cup, when she wears a bra at all.
“How was the flight up here?”
“I drove.”
“I see. That’s a helluva drive. While you’re here, tell us what turns you on the most.”
“When he’s good with kids. And with dogs too.”
“Any plans for the $200?”
“I want to put it toward the funding of my first amateur porn.”
The crowd went nuts, as she held both her hands high in the air and waved them. The loudmouth yelled “Suck my fucking cock!” with an even greater enthusiasm than he’d had before.
“Our last contestant is Jolene, 24 years old.. Her castle is in Fargo, ND. She wears a double B cup.
“What is this girl’s biggest turn on?”
“A good conversation, hopefully around the fire with some drinks and some good friends.”
“Love keeping those friends involved! And what will you do with the $200 if you win?”
“Put it toward my car payment.”
“What do you drive?”
“A 2020 Mazda CX-5.”
“Very nice! Give it up for our tenth contestant, Joelle.”
She made a display of adjusting her bikini bottoms. The crowd clapped and cheered her on as she damn near dug in her cooch right there on stage.
The ten woman filed off stage to the changing room to take off there bikini tops and put on the white T-shirts. They came back ten minutes later.
They stood there, under the water tanks, shifting in their stances, turning their hips, fiddling with their fingers. Some of the gals looked down at their feet, while others looked out at men in the crowd, or out at birds flying over the lake. Zenada kept looking over her shoulder at the water tank; it appeared she wanted to see it coming, that cold splash.
Then the water dumped down on them, dousing them from head to foot, elden ödeme alan escort soaking through their white T-shirts, which clung tightly to their boobs, and made mostly see-through, showed the color of their skin and the color of their nipples through the fabric, and it finally drained away into the sand.
Some of the women threw their hands up.
The audience cheered.
A few seconds passed, then some of the girls started squealing and squirming and scratching at themselves. The crowd went oddly quiet, unsure what was happening.
Then, one by one their T-shirts became unbearable to wear, and they each in turn compulsively peeled their wet white shirts off, baring their naked breasts to the evening sunlight.
The crowd went mad, hooting and hollering and whistling and letting out catcalls and roaring, all the while staring at whichever sets of boobs most appealed to each one of them.
“Titties!!! Titties!!! Titties!!!” an anonymous man shouted in victory celebration. He had snuck backstage and put itching powder in the water tanks, before they were lofted overhead on pulleys.
The women on stage were scratching and clawing at their barenaked boobs. Men in the audience were shamelessly taking pictures and videos with their smart phones.
All those tits in one wet and wild place: it was any man’s dream. One just had to let go and enjoy the moment, because it was just too much to hold onto. The women clutched at their chests and tried to hide their nipples, but there were just way to many tits in one place to contain all of them at once. So the audience got their show; it was a lot more than they’d paid for.
“Titties!!! Titties!!! Titties!!!” the man was so happy his ploy had worked. He was his own echo now, and his sentiment was raw unadulterated joy. “Titties!!! Titties!!! Titties!!!”
Halfway across the lake, a fisherman named Franz Hoff heard the word “titties” traveling across the water, like the promise of a fish that you’d be telling your grandkids about someday. He took out his binoculars and trained them on the beach. Lo and behold, he had not been mistaken, and he was not disappointed. There on the beach, unmistakable, were tits galore. “Titties,” Franz said to himself, watching the whole scene unfold in real time, through the two small lenses of his binoculars. He had seen a lot in his day, but never had he seen boobs in such abundance. “Titties, titties, titties,” Franz kept saying, and when his bobber broke beneath the water, he didn’t see it go.
In the end, there is no final answer to desire. But, whoever put the itching powder in the Wet T-Shirt Contest water that day really did try.
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