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Summer Sun

She stretched her body slowly under the relentless heat of the midday summer sun. To say the heat was intense was an understatement - it was a hair's breadth from unbearable, but it was nothing compared to the heat that continued to burn inside of her. 

 She delicately massaged the edges of her swimsuit to expose her hip bones - she didn't really want to be completely naked under the sun, but the thrill of exposure combined with the grasp of sunlight on her bare skin was too much to resist. 

 The heat of the sun encapsulated and gripped her like a lover gone far too long who has spent too many nights fantasizing alone. The intensity forced her to arch her back, allowing the slight breeze to rush along her breasts and under the small of her back as beads of sweat glistened against an impeccably blue sky. 

 She twisted her hips as she arched, hoping to ease some of the tension coursing through them. The dark wicker of the chair burned into her side as she rotated - it hurt, but she pressed into it, feeling the sensation throbbing through to her core. Her skin was left red and radiating as she turned her body over. Her breasts compressed against her ribs and her hips dug into the cushion, reminding her far too much of closing in on a lover...

 A sigh escaped her lips as she rested her head on her book. While she thoroughly enjoyed the escape Ford Prefect provided, the intensity of her energy was not exactly suited to the adventures of the galactic hitchhiker at this moment. 

 After unhooking her swimsuit top, she rolled her bottoms lower and tucked the edges to expose more of her rounded cheeks. The shock of the heat on her bare skin sent a bolt of energy through her, hardening her nipples. She gently lifted herself, just enough to let air rush along and between her breasts, then settled back down and let the sun beat down on her as if she deserved the punishment. 

 The heat was still nothing compared to the yearning that had ignited inside of her. She was close to being out of ways to escape it. She tried to outrun it, but dozen of miles over many weeks only led her to waste hundreds of gallons of water in the shower as she created her own escape. She longed...ached...needed...

 A shrill bark sent her thoughts careening back to the present moment and the intense heat of the sun. It was now half a hair's breadth away from being unbearable. It was almost as though she was training herself to withstand the pain.

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