I love summer time. Especially the clothes.
Naomi was wearing those short shorts over her bikini. You know the type, the ones that would show off the color of her panties if she went for the full-bottom briefs. She even decided to forgo a shirt over her top. I’d pulled on a muscle shirt with my suit and we were off for a day at the beach.
We probably should have paid attention to those dark clouds on the horizon.
Naomi was hot as hell, the taut fabric of her bra stretched even tighter by the fact that she’d purposely bought a top a size too small. I had trouble tearing my eyes away from her erect nipples. Not that she didn’t want me to notice.
We settled into the Bug and started our trip.
The sun beat down on the small car as warm breezes blew through the open windows. It wasn’t a long trip to the sandy shores of our favorite beach.