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It was a hot July day. The entire week was heavy with humidity. Lo, working from home, without any AC, had to, just had to, work in either only her panties and a bra or nothing at all. It made for very interesting Zoom calls.
Finally the weekend was here and we were going to get out of the sticky stale air of the city and cool off at the beach.
As usual, we got a late start due to Lo cycling through all of her various bikini tops and bottoms to find just the perfect match.
I loaded up the cooler, full of ice, beer, and snacks into the car.
I packed away the folding chairs.
I took nearly as much time picking just the right reading material as Lo took choosing her outfit.
But we were on the road by ten.
The beach is about an hour’s drive from our apartment, but when we got there, the parking lot was already overflowing. No more cars allowed. The line was a half mile long to get in.
We pulled up on the side of the road and just looked at the scene before us. Refreshing blue water on the horizon only a few hundred yards away. A yellow strip of soft sand filled with weekenders like ourselves. A narrow boardwalk. Then the steamy blacktop creating a wavelike transparent curtain between us, waiting and baking in the near noonday sun, and the…