see the sunset turning red let all be quiet in your head and look about
The oyster shell hits you squarely between the shoulders. "Oi!" you yelp in surprise at the impact, turning around to face her with a rather indignant laugh. "What was tha-"
Any protest is interrupted as her shirt hits your face.
Your eyes grow wide in surprise and then crinkle in a grin, lingering appreciatively as she strips off the rest of her clothes. Ah, so that's how she wants to play it. Well, two can play at that game. "And what about workin'?" you protest quite half-heartedly, already making no effort to stop her and indeed staring at her ass quite unabashedly as she runs into the waves.
And then, of course, the rain begins. So you might as well be swimming, since you're already getting wet.
You're out of your shorts in another moment, the garment chucked onto the beach. You've already wasted enough time pursuing her today, and you don't intend to waste any more. Naked as a baby you charge into the water, diving down as soon as it's deep enough to reach your waist. As nimble as a fish your body moves through it, a stream of bubbles marking your progress until you resurface right beside her, shaking your head to get the damp hair out of your upturned eyes.
Any protest is interrupted as her shirt hits your face.
Your eyes grow wide in surprise and then crinkle in a grin, lingering appreciatively as she strips off the rest of her clothes. Ah, so that's how she wants to play it. Well, two can play at that game. "And what about workin'?" you protest quite half-heartedly, already making no effort to stop her and indeed staring at her ass quite unabashedly as she runs into the waves.
And then, of course, the rain begins. So you might as well be swimming, since you're already getting wet.
You're out of your shorts in another moment, the garment chucked onto the beach. You've already wasted enough time pursuing her today, and you don't intend to waste any more. Naked as a baby you charge into the water, diving down as soon as it's deep enough to reach your waist. As nimble as a fish your body moves through it, a stream of bubbles marking your progress until you resurface right beside her, shaking your head to get the damp hair out of your upturned eyes.
ZEPHYR
