But she did not register any shiverings, as she continued to scoop the frigid fluid onto her skin with a strangely gentle, even girlish movement.But she did not register any shiverings, as she continued to scoop the frigid fluid onto her skin with a strangely gentle, even girlish movement. That was a remarkable thing about her---despite her awesome muscularity, her every move was at the same time reminiscent of the light touch of the All- American Beauty Queen...A profound femininity had met ferocious muscularity, and rather than one conquer the other, they had conjoined to form a creature both quintessentially female and incredibly powerful. They made for a mesmerizingly attractive package....She was like a futuristic momument of some kind, brought back to the late-twentieth century somehow, as both a warning of things to come for some, and a hope, for some others, of what was to be... She turned to the sands, walking slowly back to her blanket, smiling a bit, and enjoying the commotion she knew her mere presence was causing. It was certainly causing a commotion with me. All her hard tan flesh was like a dangerous and heady potion for my eyes. Everybody else's eyes were on her, too, it seemed... A guy walked up to her as she walked, magnificent, dripping wet, and she stopped, looking down at him with amusement. He was tryiing his best to impress her, but she would have none of it, and he soon backed off, leaving her to her privacy, such as it was. My pulse was pounding, and it felt as though there was a half-ton weight on my chest, as I watched her cut a path across the sands, leaving stunned and awed people in her wake. |