Brazil-cut string bikini

(chapter originally by kuddles at writing.com)

Guys seemed to love the tan-lines she had last summer in her Brazil-cut black bikini, so Isabel opted to wear that swimsuit for her day soaking up the sun at the beach.

The day is gorgeous, and Isabel knows just the spot. A place further down from the main strip in a residential area of the beach with a little pathway between private properties onto the sand. She had gone here last year when she wanted to get away from the noisy families on the main beach and away from gawking men who made up every excuse they could muster to "accidentally" introduce themselves to her.

She hasn't been here in many months, and the property owners might feel differently about trespassers these days. The thought hasn't even crossed Isabel's mind as she grabs her beach chair and a shoulder bag full of stuff and heads out to the sand.

Finding a spot on the soft sand fairly far from the water's edge, Isabel first lounges on her beach chair, watching the occasional local jogger or old geezer with a metal-detector wander by, assessing the place for a while for safeties' sake before she spends a few glorious minutes rubbing cocoa butter lotion all over her fantastic body until every inch of her smooth, tone skin until it glows with a bright sheen under the hot sun.

As far as Isabel is concerned, this is just what she needed today, and is enjoying her peaceful beach visit immensely. After a half-hour of the sun on her front, just listening to the waves crashing on the shore almost hypnotically, she rolls over onto her belly on the reclining chair, and feeling satisfied that the place is peaceful, undoes the strap on her top for a uniform tan on her upper back. She then proceeds to doze off while listening to chill beats with a pair of earbuds. The volume is loud, and she tunes out the beach sounds as she cat-naps in the bright sunlight...

What Isabel doesn't count on is the -