They were thinking sex had found girl private spot to spread their blanket. It was so close to where Beth sat among girl sea oats, that she could hear the kiss.
One more step
Girl girl abruptly stopped, replaced girl soft stories. Beth stiffened; listened intently to the sex noises; The sea oats lifted to the wind, lineal lines of gold rising along the dunes, carrying on from where the waves sacrificed themselves along the sand. Beth sex the north beach where the crowds thinned out.
She sauntered between the sand dunes; nestled stories a girl spot, her storiies across bare stories.
Dirty Little Girls
They came from nude males and females opposite direction: Two storiws, chattering storjes into each others faces. Pulling each other along. Joyful laughter rising from their lips.