Beauty by the poolside

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13/04/2015 by Siddiqui Fayesal

She was lying stark naked by the poolside.

Naked, except the casual towel thrown over her calves covering her all the way to her toes; she was wearing black nylon socks. Apart from that, the only thing that covered her nakedness, she only had the whitest and lightest possible top that covered her from her just from where her bosom blossomed (her blades were not covered by the sheer material) to her perfectly shaped abdomen. To hide her modesty a bit more she had a sweater over the thin, almost transparent top that was buttoned up all the way to her neck hiding the shoulder blades and all.

Her nakedness was complete from where the sweater ended and where the casual towel began. Let us begin from her towel and go up towards her sweater. Her knees weren’t under the towel. It was open for all to see. It was open to all if one could actually see through the baby pink slacks within which it were encased. But just because they were encased it doesn’t mean it wasn’t meant to titillate. Those tight slacks that make every curve obvious, that which creates the perfect silhouette which is shaped by man’s primal desire? Yes. Those adorned her knees. They not only made her calves more alluring and provocative, but also lead the wandering eyes towards her hips.

But the human eye could see only that much which the flowery skirt would allow.

The flowery skirt allowed nothing.

Her allure and beauty lay in her immense carelessness. The way her skirt cascaded around her, the way her towel covered only one leg, the way her jet black hair flopped around when she carelessly shooed the flies away. Her dark eyes were her beauty, her radiant smile was her beauty.

She wasn’t smiling though. She wouldn’t want to attract attention of the bad kinds, after all!

Siddiqui F.
(11.04.2015)

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