Huge breasts, magnificent, perfect, caught the sun, every contour of that amazing physique , both from the assets of her sex and the sessions spent with hard steel, caught in the sun's rays, as though being showcased for the stunned, worshipful eyes of whoever was lucky enough to be there.Huge breasts, magnificent, perfect, caught the sun, every contour of that amazing physique , both from the assets of her sex and the sessions spent with hard steel, caught in the sun's rays, as though being showcased for the stunned, worshipful eyes of whoever was lucky enough to be there. I watched for some time. Quietly, with as little fanfare as possible, I took the few beach things I had with me, and moved over to that same relatively empty section of the beach, but close to where I could spy my mega-ladylove. Presently, she turned over, and the small g-string bikini bottom showed itself, a small string disappearing between two perfect buttocks, muscular, round and shining. What would it be like to be with her? Would she be a kind creature of affection, or a woman imbued with the harshness her strength implied? Would there be the gentleness that comes with great strength, the assuredness that her vast physique would imply by it's mere presence, or would that elemental strength display itself outwardly, without subtlety? She would be dramatic--entering a darkened room; naked. The light from the hallway would silhouette her body, statuesque and powerful, her features indistinguishable in the shadow, only her huge and perfect shape apparent to me. Filling the doorway, she would stand there, unmoving, her size eclipsing most of the light now, as she leaned both muscular arms against the doorframe. She tosses the blonde mane now; casually, with a sensual grace as it falls obediently behind her in a long, flowing wave of golden hair, streaming... I had to get cooled down. I reluctantly got up, and walked to the surf that pounded on the shore, my head turned the whole time, staring at this prophecy of power. I found myself walk right into a beach bunny, a teenage girl in a small blue swimsuit, proudly displaying her adolescent charms. She saw the state of distraction I had been reduced to by the accumulation of female muscle basking in ultraviolet. " Hey, Mister," she teased, "why don't you ask her out?" And she jiggled down the beach, amused at her own wit. I walked absently along the surf and tried to get myself composed, leaving the public beach behind me. I began swimming in the strong sea, waves crashing onto shore. I found that my pulse, though heightened by the exercise, return to a relatively normal state in comparison to what I had been experiencing on the sands. |