Coast highway sunshine glitters off waves that attract my favorite scenery.
Surfers. Who are finished surfing.
Oh, Jesus! If I pass one more muscular bronzed body standing roadside, sans wet suit, the curve of his impossibly toned gluteus maximus covered by a thin wet towel…
I'm gonna drive off a cliff.
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I used to live near a popular surf spot. I always would whisper “Drop the towel!” as I leered! Hot!
I love this! I leer, but I have never said anything to the surfers. I have been known to use a zoom lens from Neptune’s Net in Malibu on occasion, though…