The BMW fired right up and settled into a comfortable, chugging idle while I strapped on my gear and put on my helmet (hey, maybe its' not sexy, but neither is being DEAD .The BMW fired right up and settled into a comfortable, chugging idle while I strapped on my gear and put on my helmet (hey, maybe its' not sexy, but neither is being DEAD ...). What a fabulous day! As I mounted the bike, I got a rush of anticipation thinking about the ride, the climb down to the beach, and then ... the WOMEN! I forced myself to calm down as I eased into traffic and onto the freeway.(see previous comment about being DEAD...) The parking area by the hang-glider airport atop Torrey Pines Cliffs was almost empty. I had gotten an early start and arrived about 8:30 am. Perfect! I would have plenty of time to go for a quick jog and then select a good vantage point, one which I knew from experience would later be covered with beach blankets and golden-brown naked bodies, baking gently in the sun. As I clambered down the treacherous, steep trail towards the beach, I paused occasionally to take in the view up and down the coast, as well as to scan the beach below. When I was still about a hundred feet up, I sighted my first 'wildlife'. She looked tall, had long golden-brown hair, and was heading out towards the water for the first time (her hair was still dry). I wasn't quite close enough to recognize her had I known her but one thing I could tell unmistakeably was that she had not a stitch on! I could also tell even from as far away as I was, that I definitely wanted to see more. Her legs were slender and graceful, athletic but not overly muscular. Her ass was perfectly rounded and curved seamlessly up to meet her long straight back. Fantastic! I know it sounds like an exaggeration, but Southern California really does have an inordinate proportion of exeedingly beautiful women. |