I was trying to just write Leah...but she took me somewhere else...
Leah came upon the beach, towel in hand. The moon was her only light as she stripped off her tank top, revealing her simple lace bra. Quickly she shimmied out of her shorts and kicked them to the side, paying not attention to where her discarded clothing went. She laid out the towel and walked to where the tide came in, wetting her feet first. She waded into the water and let herself float on top of the waves. In her opinion, it was all too soon when she started to feel the chill setting in.
As she walked from the water, sand clung to her feet. Beads of water ran down her long smooth legs. Unsuspecting of the eyes that followed her every movement, she stretched on her tip toes, showing off her toned abdomen. Her small, but perky breasts bounced as she nearly tripped, cursing herself. She turned back to face the water, giving a full clear view of her small, but perfectly rounded bottom, perfectly visible with just a thin strip of lace traveling around her hips to her front. She bent over to touch her toes, enjoying the freedom of being alone in the night.
She perched herself lightly on a rock, rubbing her arms, moving them to touch her neck, drawing her still dripping hair aside. She ran her hand between her breasts, her nipples appearing to peek through her lace, as if longing to be touched.
She cupped her breasts in an attempt to warm them, letting a small sigh escape her lips. She gave them a short squeeze before running her hands down her torso so the apex of her thighs. She touched the lace covering her and moved to kneel in the sand, just next to her towel.
She moved her hands in an achingly slow pace up and down her torso, touching her neck, her chest, and back down between her legs. She then drew them behind her, cupping her own ass, feeling the smooth perfection.