Date:          May 2004
Title:         Beach Girl
Author:        Jeroen Verbeek, Copyright (C) 2004. All rights reserved.

Summary:       While I watch the scene of feminine beauty on the beach, I'm 
               not aware of my worst enemy.

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Beach Girl


It happened on a hot Saturday afternoon somewhere last summer. My wife and 
children had persuaded me to spend a day at the beach with them. Quite an 
achievement, I have to say, because I usually hated being cooked in the 
blistering sun. (But fortunately, they granted my wish to go for a top 
optional section, so at least daddy had something to look at.)
     As we made our way through the array of blankets and chairs (carrying 
the usual toys and assorted items), I already felt the fierce, cruel sun 
pounding away on my milky white skin. God, I hated that evil thing high up 
in the sky!
     We walked down toward the shore and picked out a good spot to settle 
down. The kids immediately began to build a sand castle, while Vanya 
stepped out of her flower print summer dress to reveal a modest bikini 
bottom and a standard triangle top with back and neck ties. She had a few 
stretch marks on her belly, but she was doing fine for a mother of two 
children. (Although she lacked the courage to go topless.) Once I'd 
finished oiling her back, I moved around to a small dune and sank into it. 
Sitting down a little higher than the surrounding area, I had a good view 
of the action so I could watch my wife and the children playing in the 
water. But soon my eyes drifted to the scene of feminine beauty. And even 
though the heat of the sun tortured my fair skin, I was totally absorbed by 
the semi-nude women showing off their luscious curves to its full 
advantage. I daydreamed and watched the variety of shapes, sizes and styles 
of the female anatomy for a long time.

I spotted her wading in the surf. She was striking beautiful. Her thong 
bikini, which barely hid her privates, clung to her body like a second 
skin. The spy-movie-type beauty just had to be careful she didn't loose her 
tube top in one of the waves.
     After cooling off she came out of the water. At every move she made my 
eyes took full advantage of her voluptuous body. She smiled at me, running 
her tongue over her bottom lip. I felt a shiver down my spine as she sat 
down just a few yards away from me. Reaching out, she picked up a bottle of 
sun tan lotion, squirted some of the lotion into her hand, and began to rub 
it onto her shoulders. As her hands moved down from her shoulders onto the 
upper curves of her breasts, I wondered if she would expose the treasure 
beneath her top.
     My prayers were heard. She unfastened her bikini top so that it would 
no longer interrupt the tanning of her back. Deep down, I was jumping in 
excitement, but my goddess still had her knees to her chest. In this 
position she wasn't showing much except the sides of her assets. Then she 
stretched out on her towel, lying on her stomach. Still nothing to see. 
Damn!
     Finally, after what seemed an eternity, she raised herself on her 
elbows, leaving her firm breasts hanging free. It was a pretty tempting 
view from my angle, like they were speaking to me. And much to my great 
pleasure she didn't make any attempt to cover up. 
     Afraid she would spot my eyes riveted on her endowments, I tried not 
to be too obvious in my peeking games. But catching me anyhow, she just 
smiled, as if it didn't bother her at all. To be honest though, I would 
have expected more of a reaction than that. She must be a true 
exhibitionist at heart!

"Jesus, you look like a tomato!" I heard a familiar voice in the distance, 
dissolved by a chorus of chuckles.
     I opened my eyes and the bright red sun blinded me. It took a few 
moments before I could see again. Eventually, I realized that I was still 
at the beach, however it had thinned out considerably.
     I felt a series of small shudders travel over me. Then I realized my 
skin was hot. Scorched in fact. Where my skin was once a milky white it was 
now an angry lobster red.
     "God, it hurt all over," I whimpered.
     The bite of the sun had left its scars. I was red from head to toe, 
completely sunburned to a crisp.
     "You have a sunburn all over your body," my wife said, this time her 
face strained in sympathetic pain for me. 
     I started getting chills and was suddenly very tired. I wanted to go 
home, very badly.

Needles to say, I learned my lesson well. I had a horrible painful 
blistering sunburn on my back and shoulders that would last a couple of 
weeks. Wearing clothes wasn't just uncomfortable, it hurt! My skin stung in 
every nook and cranny. I told myself that I was suffering for my lack of 
wisdom, but to tell you the truth: the sun hates me, and the feeling is 
mutual.



The End



----- This work is copyright (C) Jeroen Verbeek, 2004, all rights reserved -----