It was pretty warm this afternoon and the swell was tiny and only going to get smaller. I figured I should go paddle around if only to cool off.
I walked to the spot and was surprised to see it sporting a semblance of rideability. The tide was coming up, almost to its apex, so it was the shorebreak show.
I paddled out and was shocked when I caught my first wave, as it was nearly head-high. I caught another, then the pack enveloped me. I paddled south to emptier pastures, to a peak which had looked rideable from shore and no one on it.
I sat there for ten minutes and then was shuttled back to my original spot by the current. I caught one more wave, another too-quick virtual closeout and was again surprised at the power. Another thing that struck me was the rushing foamy water made it feel as though I was moving in slow motion; it was really freaky.
I paddled, then perched once more and while looking towards shore I saw something I hadn't seen at the beach since 2002...
A woman's top third had the same color as her middle third. Could it be? Could it be I had snapped my tittyless-at-the-beach streak? I strained to confirm my hypothesis but couldn't make out nipples, let alone areoli.
The shortest ten seconds of my life and then that's when it happened, she put a black bikini top over them. YES! It HAD happened after all.
I spent the rest of my time in the water changing the lyrics of popular songs to strictly 'titties'. My favorite was the synth part of the Ghostbusters theme song.
I caught another wave and went in. As if to put the cherry on top of the titty sundae, a local in a golf cart offered me a ride back to my condo building!
I walked to the spot and was surprised to see it sporting a semblance of rideability. The tide was coming up, almost to its apex, so it was the shorebreak show.
I paddled out and was shocked when I caught my first wave, as it was nearly head-high. I caught another, then the pack enveloped me. I paddled south to emptier pastures, to a peak which had looked rideable from shore and no one on it.
I sat there for ten minutes and then was shuttled back to my original spot by the current. I caught one more wave, another too-quick virtual closeout and was again surprised at the power. Another thing that struck me was the rushing foamy water made it feel as though I was moving in slow motion; it was really freaky.
I paddled, then perched once more and while looking towards shore I saw something I hadn't seen at the beach since 2002...
A woman's top third had the same color as her middle third. Could it be? Could it be I had snapped my tittyless-at-the-beach streak? I strained to confirm my hypothesis but couldn't make out nipples, let alone areoli.
The shortest ten seconds of my life and then that's when it happened, she put a black bikini top over them. YES! It HAD happened after all.
I spent the rest of my time in the water changing the lyrics of popular songs to strictly 'titties'. My favorite was the synth part of the Ghostbusters theme song.
I caught another wave and went in. As if to put the cherry on top of the titty sundae, a local in a golf cart offered me a ride back to my condo building!
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