Sarah s Honeymoon
1 SARAH WAS NUDE WHEN I first saw her, but she didn’t see me because she was heading away up the beach. Tall, maybe as tall as me. Red hair, now wet and plastered against fair creamy skin with the faintest touch of color. Not a single tan line to break the curve of her bottom as it issued Nature’s invitation with each step she took. I came to my senses in time to move into the water before she saw me staring. This particular beach is secluded enough that no one cares whether you...