“Let’s go to the beach,” Shizuka said.
And just like that, you were there.

It was a whim—no plans, no preparation. The only thing you grabbed was a dusty tent from the garage. It went up quickly, its white fabric fluttering in the ocean breeze, mirroring the sway of Shizuka’s thin white shirt. The wind pressed the fabric against her, tracing every delicate curve.

“Shouldn’t you be wearing a bikini at the beach?” you teased.

Without hesitation, Shizuka reached for the button of her jeans. They slid down, revealing a pair of innocent white panties. She tugged them up shyly—an unconscious gesture that only made them cling tighter, framing the soft swell beneath. Then, the shirt came off.

Her body was a masterpiece: the elegant slope of her neck, the delicate collarbones, the full, weighty breasts barely restrained by lace. A toned stomach, a narrow waist flaring into lush hips—a perfect hourglass. And lower still, the tantalizing contrast of thick thighs and slender calves.

“Take it all off,” you murmured. “Right here.”

The wind didn’t stop. Neither did the tide.