yellow swimsuit

part one of one.

Her look pierced right through him, as if she wanted to pin him down into the shallow water with just her eyes. But he waded right past her through the ankledeep water, not even giving the young woman a second look.

This was nothing new for Kyrie. He went to the beach too many times not to notice the desirous glances of some women. They weren't even subtle, like they expected him to bend them over on the spot. Kyrie knew that if he played things right, he could probably have many of the women checking him out.

But that was out of the question. There's nothing that could get him weak for some girl who just happened along, much less on the beach he frequented so often. And even though he had to admit to himself that he had checked out that women's ample breasts, ultimately, it was only a dent in his resolve.

As he dried himself off, he looked around the beach. It was a beautiful afternoon, the sun slowly climbing down from its high, bathing everything in yellow-golden light. The beach wasn't as crowded anymore, since all the families had taken off, but there were still many people lounging in the sunlight, splashing at each other in the water and letting the day come to an end in the company of friends and loved ones. No one was really paying attention to him strolling back to the parking lot, but he could make out the odd pair of eyes quickly looking him up and down. A brunette here, a redhead there; it wasn't unusual for women to inspect his sturdy chest, but it truthfully annoyed him more than it flattered him.

Walking up to his car, he was so lost in thought that he didn't notice the girl standing in front of it until he was just a few meters from here.

But this girl wasn't just standing there, she was posing for the phone camera in her hand, flinging her long golden hair back and forth to get the shot just right. Her swimsuit glowed in the same yellow color as Kyrie's VW bus behind her, and was held up on her shoulders by two thin spaghetti straps outlined against her tanned chest and shoulders.

Even more than her bare, suntanned legs adjusting her pose, the girl's smile caught Kyrie's attention.

But before he could stare at her even more, his mouth already uttered the words, "What are you doing?"

The young girl jumped a little, startled by his sudden appearance.

"Um... I'm just taking pictures here. I'm sorry, is this your car?"

"Yes. Yes it is, " Kyrie responded, trying to regain control of himself again. "Why were you taking pictures in front of it?"

The girl struggled for words, looking like she had been caught doing something outrageous.

"I just really like the colors, that's all. I'll be gone now, sorry for disturbing you", it quietly came from her, and she scrambled for her bag on the ground.

Kyrie felt confused.

"No", he suddenly exclaimed, prompting the girl to stop and look at him. "I mean... you're free to take your pictures. I was just surprised that anyone would want to have this old bus in their photos."

And there was that big, bright smile again, this time shining on her face because of him.

"Oh, thank you so much! And actually, I really love your car", she started babbling. "It's basically my absolute dream car, you know, so of course i'd want to take pictures with it. Oh, and of course the color! Well, just look at me!"

Still smiling and motioning at her yellow swimsuit, she came up to him and reached out with her free hand.

"I'm Ava, by the way."

Kyrie quickly looked her body up and down when she approached him.

"Nice to meet you, Ava", he said while shaking her soft hand. "My name's Kyrie."