It was hot. The kind of hot that makes even life-long Floridians like me bitch about the heat.
On days like today, activities outside are limited to being in the pool (not laying out by the pool, physically putting as much of your body inside of the water as possible) or heading to the beach (again, even with an umbrella, it was still bordering on uncomfortable). Without plans on a lazy Saturday afternoon, and feeling “cooped up” after a long week of work, we decided that the latter would be fun and bravely donned our swimsuits before settling into the sweltering car for the less than five-minute ride. Too hot to walk.
The sight of Kelly in a bikini is not one that I’ll ever forget, and our trips to the beach or the pool generally result in a prolonged modeling session where Kelly shows me every nook and cranny of her bikini (no touching allowed) before we go. From the swell of her firm breasts encased in the tight bikini top, to the look of her flat stomach and the silver dolphin that adorns her belly button, to the way that her heart-shaped ass cheeks peek slightly out of the bottoms, we are forced to wait until I can will the tent in my shorts down before making our way.