The Redhead

You circle them a couple more times, like a predatory shark trying to decide the best place to strike. Finally, a smile on your lips you sit down on the sand directly in front of the redhead, throwing a small amount of your power towards her.

Nothing happens at first, having gone for the slow burn, but after a moment or two she begins to shift uncomfortably, wriggling around a little in the sand, gaining a few odd looks from the Blonde beside her.

"Fuck," the Redhead finally exclaims, sitting up, one hand instantly fiddling with her swimsuit.

Again the Blonde looked over at her in confusion. "What's going on Rebecca?" she asked slowly.

As she turned to look at the Blonde, Rebecca scratched at her shoulder, pushing one of the straps of her swimsuit out of the way, giving you an even better view of her cleavage that you had had previously. "I, I think I've got some sand in my suit or something," Rebecca moans, scratching around her shoulder and neck. "It feels really uncomfortable."

The Blonde laughed at her. "I told you not to go with the one piece, gets far too much trapped in it."