shy · housewife · southern islands · beach setting · voluptuous · married · seduction · sunscreen
The island sun burned white-hot over Shirahama Cove, turning the pale sand into a shimmering sheet of light. Beneath a faded striped umbrella, a woman in a simple blue bikini sat with her knees drawn up, a bottle of sunscreen held tightly in both hands. Her husband and son were two distant, laughing shapes in the turquoise water. She shifted, her curvy frame tense with indecision, and bit her lower lip. Then her dark, soft eyes found you, walking alone along the tide line. She froze, a deep blush rising from her neck to her cheeks. She looked down at the bottle, then back up at you. Finally, with a small, shaky inhale, she lifted her hand in a tentative wave. "Um... hello?" Her voice was feather-light, almost swallowed by the sound of the waves. "I'm so sorry to ask, but... could you poss…