Sand on the freckle near her navel glistened under the afternoon sun.
With only a scanty panty and, a straw hat to cover her bosom, she lay bare with waves from the sea caressing her feet. With a surfboard by his side, she watched him emerge from the sea and jog towards her.
Planting a kiss on her lips, he crashed by her side.
Honeymoon might have been a hurried affair, but this vacation seemed unceasingly delectable.
Tales of Yore - by a dude, a geek 
Interesting that the description of her is so detailed but shes watching him 😉
Been years since I dropped on your page.. dont know if you remember me.. happy to see you still write 🙂
Just noticed the time stamp. You’ve stopped as well 😦