Chapter 2
We hit the beach, and man, it was a perfect day. The sky was this endless stretch of blue, no clouds in sight, and the ocean just went on forever. It was like something out of a postcard.
My swimsuit was very simple—just a pair of shorts. So, I changed into them in no time. But Olivia? She was taking her sweet time in the changing room.
So, there I was, hanging out on the sand, waiting for her. The beach was packed with young folks, and there were tons of gorgeous women in swimsuits, making the whole place look like a scene from a movie.
People were sunbathing, splashing around in the shallow water, just having a blast. I spotted three girls not too far away. They all had killer hair, hot bodies, and were pretty easy on the eyes.
The girl on the left rocked a black bikini—super sexy and mysterious. The one on the right had a green bikini. But the girl in the middle? She was the showstopper.
She wore a light blue swimsuit with white spots, and let's just say, it didn't leave much to the imagination. Her top barely covered her chest, and the bottom was just a bit more than a thong, showing off her amazing legs.
I couldn't help but stare until they walked away.
Finally, Olivia emerged from the changing room. She looked a bit shy and asked, "Daniel, do I look good in this?"
"You look amazing, Olivia. Seriously, you’re cute and sexy at the same time. Totally charming."
Her swimsuit was more on the conservative side, but she still looked stunning to me.
Feeling a bit flustered, I dashed into the water, waving at her once I was half-submerged. "Olivia, come on in!"
"Okay," she said, joining me in the water. Watching her, I felt a sudden rush of excitement. Good thing I was in the water, or my swim trunks would've given me away.
Olivia was like a kid, having the time of her life. She played in the water, built sandcastles, and collected seashells. Simple stuff, but it kept her entertained for hours.
After a while, she dragged me back to our spot, took a few sips of her drink, and lay down to rest.
At first, I was all about checking out the other women on the beach, but that got old fast. I had Olivia right next to me, and she was the real deal.
Even though her swimsuit was more modest, she was hands down the most beautiful girl on the beach. I used to think she was just pretty, but now, I was constantly blown away by her charm and allure.
I gotta say, coming to the beach with Olivia was a genius move.
Her body was just made for swimsuits. Seriously, she looked so perfect it was like the universe decided to show off a bit.
She had on this sexy light yellow one-piece that hugged her curves like it was custom-made. Every move she made was pure magic.
Right now, Olivia, who was easily the hottest girl on the beach, was sitting next to me, sipping her drink through a straw.
"This is a blast!" she said, all excited from playing around. "Daniel, take some pictures of me!"
Of course, I was down for that. I grabbed her camera and followed her towards the ocean.
"Don't mess this up! I want good pictures," she called back to me. "If you ruin my perfect image, you're toast."
I snapped away as Olivia struck all kinds of cute, charming, and sexy poses. Her beauty was just mesmerizing.
In the sunlight, her light yellow swimsuit seemed to glow, and she kept striking these elegant and seductive poses.
She'd lift her perky butt just right, showing off those long, slender legs. Then she'd put her hands on her hips, head held high, making her chest look even more impressive, like it was about to burst out of her suit.
Sometimes she'd lie on the soft white sand, hair flowing down, chin resting on her hand, her chest hanging naturally, showing off a lot of fair skin and a deep, breathtaking cleavage.
I was totally dazzled, blushing, and my heart racing.
While I was admiring Olivia's figure, I was also trying to keep my cool, hoping my swim trunks wouldn't give me away.
As she kept posing, I got into the groove, moving around her with the camera.
I was focused on getting the perfect shot when suddenly, I felt a splash on my face. Olivia had kicked up some water at me.
She laughed, seeing her prank work.
"Hey, don't mess around! You'll ruin the photos if water gets on the lens," I said, pretending to be serious. "You'll blame me if you don't look good in the pictures."
But that just made her more playful. She bent down and splashed more water at me.
Holding the camera, I dodged side to side, oblivious to the best strategy to run back to the beach.
Olivia watched, laughing uncontrollably.
She kept splashing water at me, having the time of her life.