There are moments when your desires agree with the streams of nature. Such as this crisp morning when the sun invited me to catch some rays.
The swimsuit is, like so many times, a poorly dissimulated pretext. You know too well how embarrassed I feel on textile-only beaches. Always forced to have an eye for the slip contours down there, between my legs, to keep the rebel hairs in line, or under it. Stressing!
Reason enough to give up my swimsuit and enjoy the morning in my birthday suit. Do you like the ‘Malt Shop Bop’ music? It’s a 1950’s era peppy rock piece with nice brushed drum work.