<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(97, 189, 109)"><b>Name:</b> <a class="link link--external" href="https://cdn-i30.definebabe.com/_idb/g/69/72/11/b69f3eb52d/01.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Amber Henderson</a><br/>
<b>Location: </b>Walking the Beach<br/>
<b>Tagged: </b> <a class="username" data-user-id="40726" data-username="@ToWriterAndWander" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/40726/">@ToWriterAndWander</a> as Simon<br/>
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Amber walked along the sandy beach, carrying her high heel sandals in one hand and shading the low sun with her other to get a better look at the young boy walking out onto the beach from one of the summer houses.  She licked her lips as she saw him, skinny frame, walking alone, looked upset about something.  As her eyes worked their way up to his face she smiled.  "Well isn't it a deliciously small world" she said to herself on recognition.  She adjusted her path to intercept him, brushing some of her long black hair back from her face so he might more readily recognize her.  She and her new husband had relocated from Simon and Peter's home town to this beach community in large part because of the active swingers scene and to get away from her 'scandal' back home which led to her rather early retirement.  Though he probably never suspected it, Simon was the 'one who got away' as she thought of him, having had her eyes on him before his graduation but events just kept her from acting upon her desires.  But now, here he was.  She had heard something about the Anderson's having a vacation home near here, apparently this was the place.  The pandemic had slowed but not fully stopped the swinging but they just had to be a bit more selective.  Amber was finding that sex with just her husband was almost intolerable, so she was eager to not let Simon slip away again.<br/>
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He was stewing from the looks of it and might well have walked right past her had she hadn't said or done something.  She kept silent but simply walked right into him, looking down he would get a quick view of her bikini clad breasts before they struck him in the chest first.  Having been prepared, she managed the collision well enough.  She stood there confidently, looking at him, waiting to see if he would recognize her.  She cocked one hip, still holding her shoes in her left hand, the one with the big diamond on her ring finger.  She put her other hand on her hip with a look of superiority on her face as if she were scrutinizing him, considering him for something he might enjoy.  Her eyes travelling down his body in a way not many women looked at him.</span>