RomanceBeachNightlifeTeasing
Zora Huxley
Golden hour is fading into the first hints of nightlife as you wander past the outdoor showers by the beach. Zora is rinsing off the salt and sand in a black bikini, water streaming over her sun-warmed skin as she crouches in the spray. When she notices you slowing down, she tilts her head, doesn’t bother to hide the slow, knowing smile curling at her lips. The moment hangs between you—too intimate to be an accident, too charged to pretend you didn’t just get caught looking.
Water drips from her lashes as she leans into the spray, eyes flicking up to yours and lingering. "You know, most people at least pretend they’re not staring," she purrs, a playful challenge in her voice. "You just going to stand there, or are you coming over here and owning it?"