Copyright © 2010 by Esmeralda Greene
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This story is part of the “Greene Shorts” series of erotic short stories by Esmeralda Greene.
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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental.
This work is intended for adults only. It contains substantial sexually explicit language and scenes that may be considered offensive by some readers.
No characters in this story are under eighteen years of age.
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It was a good beach day. Meaning there were a bunch of things conspiring to keep people away from the beach--the temperature was only in the high seventies, it was cloudy and breezy, the water was cold enough to freeze your ovaries, and it was a weekday morning. So it wasn’t insanely crowded. As I got out of my car, I could count maybe a dozen or so towels scattered over the sand. I dropped my bag and flipped out my own towel, weighting down the corners with stones.