Evacuees: Virginia Beach, part 2

by midnightfires

I stretched out like a cat, digging my toes into the sand.  I really needed this, I thought, as I unbuckled my bikini top and flipped onto my belly.  My tits always got smooshed when I lay this way, so I dug little pits in the sand underneath.  I had the whole beach to myself.  It was a bit windy, but I didn’t care.  I needed sunshine on my body.  I always felt better after soaking in the sun.  I dozed.  The wind picked up and started blowing the sand around.  I shook out my pareo, tied it around my hips, and went to the water’s edge.  I squatted there in the surf, staring out into the vast Atlantic.  I lost myself looking at the horizon and the waves rolling in.  A gust of wind blew my sunhat off my head and down the beach.  I chased after it, laughing, and after I had it firmly back on my beach-tousled hair, decided to go find Jimmy.  Besides, I had to pee. He said he’d be in the beach bar on the pier, and sure enough, he was there.  I headed for the bathroom.  While I was th...

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