Indian Summer
 

One fine early autumn day I was strolling along the beach in Chicago. It was September and the Lifeguards had packed up and the beaches were officially closed. Still, the temperature was in the low 80’s and I was quite warm in my shorts and T-shirt.
As I strolled I came across a vision of loveliness, a very good looking blonde lady also out for a stroll with a group of friends. They’d decided that the day was also quite warm, and despite the beaches being closed they’d decided to wade into the water a bit. The blonde lady caught my eye because it was obvious that she hadn’t worn anything under her tank top. I asked how the water was, and when she assured me it was quite warm I made some flirtatious comment that the water must be a bit nipply. She responded by pulling down her top and examining her nipples—and giving me and a few other passers-by quite a treat.
Now, I live near the beach and stroll along it at all hours of the day and night. And I’ve quite regularly seen folks, after dark, engaging in a bit of quiet skinny dipping. But this was the middle of the afternoon—quite rare to see such a glorious sight at that time of day around Chicago.
Fortunately I had my camera with. Also fortunately the lovely lady didn’t seem shy about posing for a few shots.
I’ve frequently strolled along the same beach since then, but never again seen such a gorgeous sight.