Andrea and the Artist
Andrea and the ArtistBy billy69boyHe watched her walk by every day as she made her way down the path to the crowded beach. She was strikingly beautiful: a vision, with long brown hair flowing down her back almost to her waist. She seemed to wear a different bikini every time she walked past him, each one of them barely covering her hard body, and accentuating her breathtaking curves. He silently admonished himself for having the nerve to gawk at this young lady who was clearly less than...