She wore a light blue swimsuit with white spots, and let's just say, it didn't leave much to the imagination. Her top barely covered her chest, and the bottom was just a bit more than a thong, showing off her amazing legs.
I couldn't help but stare until they walked away.
Finally, Mary emerged from the changing room. She looked a bit shy and asked, "Damien, do I look good in this?"
"You look amazing, Mary. Seriously, you're cute and sexy at the same time. Totally charming."
Her swimsuit was more on the conservative side, but she still looked stunning to me.
Feeling a bit flustered, I dashed into the water, waving at her once I was half-submerged. "Mary, come on in!"
"Okay," she said, joining me in the water. Watching her, I felt a sudden rush of excitement. Good thing I was in the water, or my swim trunks would've given me away.
Mary was like a kid, having the time of her life. She played in the water, built sand castles, and collected seashells. Simple stuff, but it kept her entertained for hours.
After a while, she dragged me back to our spot, took a few sips of her drink, and lay down to rest.
At first, I was all about checking out the other women on the beach, but that got old fast. I had Mary right next to me, and she was the real deal.
Even though her swimsuit was more modest, she was hands down the most beautiful girl on the beach. I used to think she was just pretty, but now, I was constantly blown away by her charm and allure.
I gotta say, coming to the beach with Mary was a genius move.
Her body was just made for swimsuits, seriously. She looked so perfect it was like the universe decided to show off a bit. She had on this sexy light yellow one-piece that hugged her curves like it was custom-made. Every move she made was pure magic.
Right now, Mary, who was easily the hottest girl on the beach, was sitting next to me, sipping her drink through a straw.
"This is a blast!" she said, all excited from playing around. "Damien, take some pictures of me!"
Of course, I was down for that. I grabbed her camera and followed her towards the ocean.
"Don't mess this up! I want good pictures," she called back to me. "If you ruin my perfect image, you're toast."
I snapped away as Mary struck all kinds of cute, charming, and sexy poses. Her beauty was just mesmerizing.
In the sunlight, her light yellow swimsuit seemed to glow, and she kept striking these elegant and seductive poses.
She'd lift her perky butt just right, showing off those long, slender legs. Then she'd put her hands on her hips, head held high, making her chest look even more impressive, like it was about to burst out of her suit.
Sometimes she'd lie on the soft white sand, hair flowing down, chin resting on her hand, her chest hanging naturally, showing off a lot of fair skin and a deep, breathtaking cleavage.
I was totally dazzled, blushing, and my heart racing.
While I was admiring Mary's figure, I was also trying to keep my cool, hoping my swim trunks wouldn't give me away. As she kept posing, I got into the groove, moving around her with the camera.
I was focused on getting the perfect shot when suddenly, I felt a splash on my face. Mary had kicked up some water at me.
She laughed, seeing her prank work.
"Hey, don't mess around! You'll ruin the photos if water gets on the lens," I said, pretending to be serious. "You'll blame me if you don't look good in the pictures."
But that just made her more playful. She bent down and splashed more water at me.
Holding the camera, I dodged side to side, oblivious to the best strategy to run back to the beach.
Mary watched, laughing uncontrollably.
She kept splashing water at me, having the time of her life. I started off hiding, but soon enough, I got into the groove and started having fun.
With a determined grin, I slung the camera around my neck, took a deep breath, and started splashing water at Mary with my hands.
We went back and forth, splashing and snapping photos of each other. Mary's laughter was like music to my ears, light and joyful.
We didn't stop until we were both completely worn out.
Mary fiddled with the camera, checking out the photos I had taken of her.
As we walked barefoot towards the resting spot, I cleared my throat and asked, "Mary, do you know how many girls would kill to be in your shoes?"
With a playful smile, Mary replied, "There are plenty of girls prettier than me!"
"They're jealous because you get to lean on me." As soon as the words left my mouth, Mary playfully smacked me.
"If there was a shameless ranking in the world, you'd be second, and no one would dare to be first," Mary said, catching her breath.
Watching her catch her breath was mesmerizing, her chest rising and falling with each breath. It was like watching a roller coaster in slow motion.
I laughed. "As long as the beauty likes it, I'm good." The sand on the beach was perfect, not rough at all and regularly cleaned, so we didn't have to worry about stepping on anything sharp.
Mary stretched lazily, her chest rising and falling noticeably. She said sweetly, "It would be great if we could come here often."
I looked at her and smiled, "If you like it, we can come here as often as you want!"
After playing by the sea for a while, we realized it was getting late, so we changed clothes and got ready to head back.
I found a nice restaurant, and we had dinner.
Maybe feeling a bit nervous about what was coming that night, Mary, who usually never drank, decided to have a few drinks.
After a few sips, her fair skin turned a lovely shade of pink.
It was clear Mary couldn't handle her alcohol well, and after a few drinks, she looked a bit dizzy.
After dinner, we reached a street corner. Mary was planning to take a taxi back to the hotel, but her hand slipped, and her handbag fell to the ground.
Instinctively, Mary bent down to pick it up, her slender waist forming a tempting curve, her round buttocks raised high, her short skirt stretching taut. Her panties were wedged into the crevice of her beautiful buttocks.
And her full breasts hung down, almost bursting out of her blouse. "Mary, lean against the car next to you," I said, seeing that she couldn't even stand steadily, let alone pick things up from the ground. "Let me get it for you!"
Mary leaned her whole body against a car.