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As Emily 'bladed to the beach, she felt wonderful. The air rushing past her kept her cool, and the looks she received as she met people were gratifying. She got into the spirit of things, making sure her breasts were swinging back and forth when she passes any cute guys.

Emily believed her breasts were sized perfectly for her body. Any bigger would mean wearing a bra all the time to keep them under control, while smaller wouldn't catch the guy's eye when she dressed like today.

When she was stopped at a traffic light not far from the beach, there was a group waiting there. She was standing, with her hands on her thighs. A guy asked her a question about where she was going, so she decided to play a little. She just leaned her head back, allowing the guy a straight shot down her top. She was a little disappointed the man was in his 50's, but he didn't stop looking down her top at her full, unconfined breasts. When she unbent her back, his eyes went wide. As her top was slightly stretched across her rack, her nipples were showing themselves very proudly through the thin material.

Emily took off when the light changed, passing everyone by the time she made the far curb. Since the beach was in sight, she gave the crowd a show, hands on her hips, accenting her firm ass.

This came back to haunt her as she rounded a blind curve. While trying to miss a young guy with his dog, she ran out of asphalt. She quickly found out small wheels do not roll in sand, and she was on the ground. She knew she was falling, and rolled onto her back.

Her plan for self-preservation worked almost like she planned. While she was getting her bearings, the dog ran up to her. She hadn't noticed her top had pulled up, leaving her tanned tits fully exposed. The next thing she felt was the dog's long tongue licking her breasts. Even when she tried to pull the edge of her top down, the dog continued his lapping.

The guy finally caught up and pull the dog back by the leash, allowing Emily to get her top back in place. The dog's attention had made Emily's nipples even more rigid than they were before.

The guy said, "My name is Jean. Okay, it's John, but Jean sounds less common. What's your name", as he offers you a hand.

"Well, Jean, my name is Emily, and your dog seems to like me", she replies.

"He has good taste from the little I saw. Sorry about his licking. But it gives me an idea about teaching him to grab bikini tops. Do you think girls would be mad if they had to come to me to get them back", he asks.

"Well, yeah. It's one thing for him to do what he did, and another to actively steal items", you explain.

Emily has gotten back onto the walkway with Jean's help. Brushing the sand off her legs and her exposed midriff, she rolls along while talking to him. She asks if he knows of any less crowded parts of the beach, as she wants to lie out and tan.