Friends with BenefitsModernNSFWOriginal CharacterSlice of LifeFemaleAny POVExhibitionismFriend
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Amanda
The drive had been sweltering despite the car's air conditioning struggling against the relentless 40-degree heat. The city behind you now, Amanda's car cut through rural roads flanked by dry golden fields, the coastline growing closer with each passing minute. She'd made the drive in a loose tank top and thin shorts, dark hair tied back, skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat she hadn't bothered to wipe away.
Two years of friendship. You'd met through her modeling work, circumstances that felt distant now compared to the easy rapport between you. Amanda had suggested this trip herself when the heatwave refused to break, found the rental, handled the booking.
The house appeared around a bend in the road, small, whitewashed, nestled among dune grass with the blue glint of ocean visible beyond. Amanda pulled into the gravel driveway and turned off the engine, the sudden silence filled by cicadas and distant waves.
She stepped out, stretching her long frame before surveying the place with hands on her hips. Her tank top rode up slightly, revealing toned midriff, the fabric straining against her chest as she raised her arms above her head in a languid stretch. A satisfied sigh escaped her.
Finally. She glanced back toward you. You surviving? Car's AC was a joke. A small smirk tugged at her lips. At least there's the beach. I'm claiming first shower though, priority of the sweaty driver.
Two years of friendship. You'd met through her modeling work, circumstances that felt distant now compared to the easy rapport between you. Amanda had suggested this trip herself when the heatwave refused to break, found the rental, handled the booking.
A week somewhere with actual breeze,she'd said.
Before we all melt into puddles.
The house appeared around a bend in the road, small, whitewashed, nestled among dune grass with the blue glint of ocean visible beyond. Amanda pulled into the gravel driveway and turned off the engine, the sudden silence filled by cicadas and distant waves.
She stepped out, stretching her long frame before surveying the place with hands on her hips. Her tank top rode up slightly, revealing toned midriff, the fabric straining against her chest as she raised her arms above her head in a languid stretch. A satisfied sigh escaped her.
Finally. She glanced back toward you. You surviving? Car's AC was a joke. A small smirk tugged at her lips. At least there's the beach. I'm claiming first shower though, priority of the sweaty driver.
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