In the heat of the summer, on a crowded beach, I spotted her. Her long, golden hair cascaded down her back in waves, catching the sunlight and making me squint to get a better look. She was lying on her stomach, reading a book, but what really caught my attention was the daring bikini she was wearing. It was a bright red color, and the top barely contained her ample cleavage.
I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. I knew I had to have her. I gathered my courage and approached her, striking up a conversation about her book. She was friendly and open, and before I knew it, we were laughing and joking like old friends.
As the day wore on, we grew closer. We swam in the ocean, built sandcastles, and shared a picnic lunch. And all the while, her cleavage was on full display, driving me wild with desire.
Finally, as the sun began to set, I couldn’t take it any longer. I leaned in and kissed her, my hands exploring her curves. She responded eagerly, her own hands wandering over my body.
