I live near a beach. It's not a very popular beach as there's not much sand along the shore and it's a bit awkward to get to. Still, it was a useful place if you liked taking long walks and observing nature, which I did. There were a lot different species of birds in the area and, if you knew where to look, a couple of nesting areas. A couple of times I'd hidden a camera within sight of a nesting area, taking some time-lapse photos and videos. I'd actually had some excellent shots which I sold to a nature magazine.
One of my favourite walks was along a back trail, which was hardly ever used. It was so little used that I sometimes wondered how it ever got to be an actual trail. So there I was, strolling along this trail when I came around this hummock and there was a pretty young lady sunbaking topless. I had to admit that she'd chosen a good spot as where she was reclining faced the sun, with the hummock acting as a sort of reclining-chair.
Unfortunately the young lady didn't appreciate seeing me nearly as much as I appreciated seeing her. She blushed, hastily covering her breasts with her folded arms, giving me a very nasty look. I don't know why. It's not as though I sneaked up on her.
Seeing her blushing and covering up I acted the gentleman and took full responsibility.
"Sorry for intruding," I said. "I'll be on my way. You've no need to be worried about me. I'm not the least bit interested in children."
Would you believe that she took offence? Here am I trying to set her mind at ease and you'd think I'd insulted her.
"Child!" Her face got even redder. "Are you for real. Do these look like they belong to a child?"
To prove her point she lowered her arms a little and they were now crossed under her breasts, lifting and emphasizing them. Very nice breasts, too, I had to admit, and definitely not belonging to a child.
"You have an excellent point," I conceded. Noticing how close to her I really was I took a step towards her, bent over and lightly flicked a nipple on one of those lovely breasts. It promptly responded, puckering up. Actually, they both puckered up.
"Two excellent points," I said agreeably, nodding, turning and going on my way, hearing a muffled squawk behind me, more of a furious splutter than something coherent.
When I came back a couple of hours later she was gone and I thought no more about it. That is until the next day when I encountered her again, same time, same place. This time while she had a slight blush and an irritated look she didn't try to cover her assets.
"Morning," I said cheerfully, which she cheerfully ignored.
I snapped my fingers as something that had been bothering me registered.
"That's why I looked at you and thought juvenile," I said. "It's those bathers. The sort of two-piece that a younger teen would wear, you know, about fifteen. It was puzzling me because your breasts are certainly of someone older."
I nodded and went on my way, hearing more furious spluttering behind me.
Gone when I returned and dismissed from mind, only to come back to my attention the next day when she was there for the third day in succession.
"Morning," I said, being ignored. There was something different and it didn't take but a moment to determine what. She was wearing a new bikini, and it was much more suited to her than the previous one. She also wasn't used to wearing I noticed.
"That suits you a lot better," I said affably, although she didn't seem to want my opinion. There was till something wrong though, probably because she wasn't used to the high-cut sides.
"Friendly tip," I said. "When you have a high-cut bikini like that you either need to shave or pay close attention to how you trim."
To prove the point I leaned down and tugged at a curl that was showing in a certain delicate area.
