I’m standing by the promenade, finishing my cigarette and looking out at the sea, when she crosses my field of vision.
The way she sways her hips when she walks…
She’s wearing a fitted summer dress that hugs her waist and hips before flaring out at the bottom, moving softly around her bare legs with every step she takes. Flat sandals, long dark chocolate-brown hair flowing with the breeze coming off the sea, and this slow, unhurried walk of someone who has absolutely nowhere else to be but here, enjoying the sun.
Oh, how I wish I could grab those full, soft hips with my hands. Trace every curve of this woman with my fingertips. I’d slide my hands up to her waist, graze her ribs, then higher, until I reached her perfectly soft, round, perky breasts and could cup them in the palms of my hands.
Who knew such beautiful women like her still even existed?
I don’t have the words to describe this beautiful creature. So soft, feminine, womanly. She’s absolute perfection, to my eyes at least. Some other men could say her stomach sticks out too much, that her arms are too soft, that maybe some parts of her should be smaller, tighter, firmer…but I don’t see any of that at all.
All I see is the beautiful curvy-bodied woman of my dreams.
God, I’ve never seen such a sensual creature in my entire life.
Her skin perfectly reflects the sun. Her hair flows with the breeze coming off the sea. And as she walks past me, I catch the faintest trace of her perfume.
I don’t know much about perfume, but all I know is I could breathe her in and kiss her neck every day of my life with a perfume like this.
Oh, her smell…
It completely hardens me like nothing else.
I’d grab a fistful of her hair, breathe in that delicious perfume, kiss her delicate neck while I entered her from behind, feeling those beautiful soft cheeks against me with every thrust.
Oh, what I’d do to this curvy-bodied woman.
By the time I come back to myself, she’s already farther down the promenade, still walking as slowly and peacefully as before, completely unaware of everything that just went through my mind.
I keep watching her, the bottom of her dress moving around her legs, those beautiful hips swaying underneath it, until she reaches the end of the promenade, crosses the street and disappears.