Watching her . . .

Watching the sunrays bounce off her skin, I felt as if my mouth had been overcome by a drought. She seemed accustomed to the harsh sun, as her body wouldn't allow one too many droplets of sweat to slide about. But those droplets resembled the oasis in the desert for my parched throat.

She just seemed so oblivious to her surroundings, and to me... It was quite disheartening. I knew we had just met but any kind of attention would have been appreciated. Regardless, being treated like air had its perks, I guess.

As her body shifted in place to make herself comfortable, I let my eyes chase more of those droplets. Down her tanned neck and in between the rounded breasts; down her flat belly, and soaking the V-front cheekies, where... Her crotch bulged out unnaturally...

Her whole figure was like a piece of candy, but no matter how hard I inspected that bikini, my brain short circuited when trying to picture what it could have possibly hid.

I knew for sure it wasn't some overly-exaggerated puffy pussy. She had reached in there multiple times to fix whatever it was. She would touch it with the tip of her finger and casually play around with it through the fabric. Whenever she pulled at the hems, the cloth would tightly shape itself around it. She even playfully swung her hips on the spot, and the thing turned like a pendulum.

"Need something?" she glanced and asked, unflustered.

With half my body leaning out the window, I knew I had been caught. Nonetheless, she kept touching and teasing whatever was in her panties as if I wasn't even there. I couldn't help but frown, yet she only seemed to smile at my burning curiosity.