SeaCat
Hey, my Halo is smoking
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The other day I mentioned I had gone to the beach with my wife. We hoofed it along the beach for a couple of miles before turning back. (We did stop upon occasion to take a quick dip in the water.) I did get a couple of pictures of my wife as she played among the waves and on the dunes wearing her bikini and her skin.
Then, as we were coming back I was greeted by a sight I couldn't believe. We could see a younger looking woman swimming in towards shore. From the few glimpses I got of her as she swam it looked like she was wearing as much as my wife was. (In other words nothing and not a lot of that.) Then she reached the area where she could touch bottom and started wading in.
I knew the beach shelved about ten feet past the breakline and sure enough she hit that shelf. In two steps she went from being in neck and shoulders deep water to being in waist deep water. As she rose from the water I could clearly see she was topless. As she took another couple of steps I could see she was indeed wearing just her skin.
Absolutely beautiful was the only way to describe her. She looked to be about 30 years old with good muscle tone and flawless tanned skin. Her breasts swelled and stood firm and were just the right size for her body. (Not to mention tastefully embelished with twin, small golden rings.) Her waist tapered in then flared into her hips. She stopped for a moment to squeeze the water from her almost wasit length hair, hair that I could see would be a beautiful deep lustrouse red when it dried. Then she came up the beach towards us. Her every move was poetry. Then as she came close she looked at us and smiled just before breaking the silence.
Her high nasal voice cracked out past her three teeth. "What the fuck you looking at Assholes? Damn you gotta be tourists."
My wife and I looked at each other as we busted out laughing. I was almost peeing myself as we resumed walking down the beach. It just goes to show that even perfection has it's flaws.
Cat
Then, as we were coming back I was greeted by a sight I couldn't believe. We could see a younger looking woman swimming in towards shore. From the few glimpses I got of her as she swam it looked like she was wearing as much as my wife was. (In other words nothing and not a lot of that.) Then she reached the area where she could touch bottom and started wading in.
I knew the beach shelved about ten feet past the breakline and sure enough she hit that shelf. In two steps she went from being in neck and shoulders deep water to being in waist deep water. As she rose from the water I could clearly see she was topless. As she took another couple of steps I could see she was indeed wearing just her skin.
Absolutely beautiful was the only way to describe her. She looked to be about 30 years old with good muscle tone and flawless tanned skin. Her breasts swelled and stood firm and were just the right size for her body. (Not to mention tastefully embelished with twin, small golden rings.) Her waist tapered in then flared into her hips. She stopped for a moment to squeeze the water from her almost wasit length hair, hair that I could see would be a beautiful deep lustrouse red when it dried. Then she came up the beach towards us. Her every move was poetry. Then as she came close she looked at us and smiled just before breaking the silence.
Her high nasal voice cracked out past her three teeth. "What the fuck you looking at Assholes? Damn you gotta be tourists."
My wife and I looked at each other as we busted out laughing. I was almost peeing myself as we resumed walking down the beach. It just goes to show that even perfection has it's flaws.
Cat