The sun was raining a fury of flames, cooking all herbs and grass of the ground. Mother Nature cooking that part of the planet and the Tahitians to celebrate Mother Nature's graceful warmth stroll down the streets dress almost naked with their asses hanging in fillets of clothes which leave almost nothing to the imagination.
Nelle, 26 year -old vacationer from New York, was stranded under the scorching heat as she waiting at the local bank. Blessed by the gods, her breasts round and ripe for a good squeeze were mounting by her nipples, sticking like the barrels of the guns under her white see-thru blouse. She was wearing a short black which barely covered her ass. Toes painted, nails done, she was standing on a pair of high heels which accentuated her exquisite sexiness. Her long blond hair was a little moist and in the canal leading to the sanctuary of the boobs, there was a glistening look of sweat.
She was modeling a bitchy look which turned all eyes toward her.
"Why the fuck is this line so slow?" She thought. She looked around as though she had just gotten into the bank. The three fans of the bank did not seem to provide any comfort at all.
"Damn!" She looked down. The laces of her heels had come undone.
Behind her was a young man, around her age. He stood 5'11, built. It seemed like he had not shaved for awhile. He had been biting his lips and chewing on the envy to talk to her. The lusciousness of her ample ass, rounding itself on her short skirt had given him an unbearable fucking hard-on. He was no more than 13 inches away from her. Just two inches more than the length of his raging dick...sneaking along his leg.
The floor seemed far too dirty to put her hand band.
"Could you do me a favor and hold this bag for me, please!" She smiled at the customer behind him.
He barely smiled back and gladly took the bag off her hand. All of a sudden, the world seemed to resume a slower motion as he watched his new found goddess bending over. His heart started racing a mile a minute and the heat seemingly had raised by a factor of a hundred. His throat was dry and the snake in his pants had sniffed the sweet scent of the luscious ass perching inches away.
"Do you need some help there?" He found his voice back.
"No I got it. Thank you!" She replies without taking the time to even look back.
He felt like his hands was sweating and his cock seemed relentless in his pants. This is the type of girls he usually sees in magazine. Slowly again she was standing up. He caught a glimpse at her thong lounging in the crevice of her ass crack. Not a sight of hair!
"She must have shaved recently." He thought.
"Thank you!" She took the bag back from his hand.
"You're welcome" But she had already given his her back, facing the opposite direction. "Fuck!" He said to himself. He felt something coming over him as though the movement of his dick in his pants was about to send him over the edge.
