If you've never lived there, you'll just have to take my word for it.If you've never lived there, you'll just have to take my word for it. My heart started to pound nervously and I started down again, almost recklessly, and after nearly slipping twice, stopped again, this time about fifty feet from the beach. She had gone into the water up to her waist and then hastily retreated, the cold winter Pacific too much to take all at once. She stood looking out to sea, gathering her courage for a few moments, and then galloped into the waves, finally diving headlong into a big one. She came up immediately and let out a high-pitched yelp and then turned around to face the shore. For the first time I could see her from the front and it almost took my breath away! God what a body! I mean, I'd grown pretty used to seeing out- rageous women in San Diego, but this was truly exceptional. I had a perfect view since in the morning the sun is behind you as you look out to sea and I was also fairly confident that she didn't see me yet, since the sun would be in her eyes as she looked back towards the shore. As she stretched her arms up behind her head to wring the water out of her hair, her breasts were nicely displayed in the bright, hard, Santa Ana sunlight. Her nipples were fully erect due to the frigid waves and the little droplets of sea water which beaded up on her skin sparkled as she shook her head to and fro. She turned around again facing the ocean and bent over to splash her forearms. |