“How was your vacation? Was the beach nice? Tell me everything. Did you miss me?”

“The beach was nice. It was a nice vacation. I did miss you.”

“That’s not everything.”

“Okay. Let’s see. One day I was just lazy, lying on the beach on my sunny beach towel, minding my own business, when this girl walks by. She’s beautiful. She’s this gorgeous shade of brown, and her hair is black and wild, and she’s wearing this bright white bikini. It contrasts perfectly with her skin. And her breasts are bare and so beautiful.

“Oh, and there’s this bird nearby, right on the edge of the water, flapping his wings. Silly creature.”

“Tell me more about the girl.”

“Right. She’s beautiful. I said that, right? So beautiful. And nice as her white bikini bottoms are, I can’t help imagining her without them. Bare below.”

“Does she have curly pussy hair?”

“No, she’s bare down there. So smooth.”

“I like that. Smooth.”

“Me too.”

“So what happens?”

“She notices me, and she strolls over, all casual like, and I pretend not to notice her. Without saying a word she kneels next to me. I can hear the waves, the surf, gently rocking against the shore, and I can feel the wet cool sand beneath me, and I can feel her fingers caressing my skin. She says, “You have nice nipples, not too big and not too teeny,” and with one hand she touches a nipple, her thumb and fourth finger pinching lightly, pulling lightly, and at the same time her other hand is between my legs, her forefinger playing with my clit, circling it, wobbling it back and forth, and that seabird is flapping his wings, flapping and fluttering, and the sun is so hot and nice, and the waves just keep coming and coming and coming.”

“That’s nice, Tessi. Mmm, yes, so nice.”