on the beach
I think I’ve written about this before, but it fits this topic also. I used to work as a consultant with this woman at a software company. Leslie was sort of a hippy type: no makeup, dumpy clothes. She and I got along fine until one day she decided I had offended her somehow. She wouldn’t say how; my guess was that it may have been an off color joke or something. Anyway, we were no longer friends and she transferred to another company soon after.
Fast forward a year or so, and I was at the local nude beach wearing sunglasses and a hat. A group of people arrived and sat down about 30 feet from me. I glanced over and who should be there but the hippy woman, stark naked. I pretended to read my book as I drunk in her beauty. She was one of those women who looks much better naked than clothed. She had long slender legs, a thick full bush, and amazing pert boobs that were surprisingly large. Who would have guessed? It was quite a thrill to see her there, but of course I said nothing and left once I had my fill.
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