Sandy stretched out in the afternoon sun bathed in its warming light. The winter had been long and she was glad to be at the shore again and away from the stresses of the office. She had come to the beach with her boyfriend for a weekend in the sun, next to the sea.
She was thankful for the Sun's rays that traveled many millions of miles to warm her skin. Her colorful beach blanket protected her skin from the gritty sand beneath her. She had chosen a spot near the dunes because it was far from the eyes of the puritan beach goers.
At nearly 50, Sandy still had a nubile face and figure. She often passed as a teaching assistant at the university where she worked rather than an administrator with more than 20 years of service. She was tall and slender with a thick head of red hair. Her light skin and delicate features added to her youthful appearance.
As she lay on the beach enjoying a blue sky above, a cool breeze blew off the sea cooling her flaming venus mound and stiffening her exposed nipples. She glanced to the Sea, and squinting into the sun, noticing a group of young men frolicking at water's edge. Their muscles flexing and naked bodies glistening as they kicked and head butted a football between themselves.
She returned to her novel, an engaging story about a women who worked at a university and longed for a freer life as a writer living amongst the stars. A life where she wasn't under such a strict code of prim and proper behavior.
Sandy was so engrossed in her book that she nearly missed him as he approached. A young man of perhaps twenty walking past her towards the dunes. She dealt with young men of his age on nearly a daily basis, except his flaccid manhood bounced between his thighs in plain view as he slashed through the sand.
She peeked under her sunglasses as he approached. His shoulders were broad and his body bronzed. His muscles flexed and relaxed as he moved past her. Any woman would have considered him handsome and she caught his eyes gazing upon her lithe figure when he passed just a couple meters away. She felt butterflies take flight under his gaze, though her subtlety prevented him from noticing she was staring as well.