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Actually I wrote this under another name here, a long time ago.
They had enjoyed a day at the beach; swimming, sunning, a surfside picnic lunch and now they were enjoying the sunset from her cliff top house that he was staying at. A gentle breeze wafted in through the open sliding glass door and it tickled the wind chimes as it came in.
“The pounding surf never stops,” Gordon said putting down his wine glass. “It just keeps going and going. It is eternally restless.”
“Oh you profound and poetic person you.” Ginger stood by the open door and adjusted the G-string on her bikini top.
She pulled her leg back and kneed him in the rear end. This made his fall on top of her, and seizing the moment, she pulled her arms out of his grasp. She made a grab for his upper arms to push him off, but in the ensuing struggle missed and grabbed his sides. He yipped and giggled immediately and struggled to push her hands away. Her hands continued to kneed his sides. His only response was to push himself away and as he did so she reached out to grab at his sides again. For a girl of only 4’ 9” in height, she was sure little miss dynamite.
“The pounding surf never stops,” Gordon said putting down his wine glass. “It just keeps going and going. It is eternally restless.”
“Oh you profound and poetic person you.” Ginger stood by the open door and adjusted the G-string on her bikini top.
She pulled her leg back and kneed him in the rear end. This made his fall on top of her, and seizing the moment, she pulled her arms out of his grasp. She made a grab for his upper arms to push him off, but in the ensuing struggle missed and grabbed his sides. He yipped and giggled immediately and struggled to push her hands away. Her hands continued to kneed his sides. His only response was to push himself away and as he did so she reached out to grab at his sides again. For a girl of only 4’ 9” in height, she was sure little miss dynamite.