A Story of Mary and Jane

There we sat, a circle of 5: Me, Ziwei, Carey, Warrick and Allen. It felt like we were the Power Rangers, waiting for our wrist-watches to call us to action. In our state of tranquility, surrounded by the sand of Sentosa, we were at peace.

And then she came. Or did one of us "come", when she came?

Anyhow, she appeared, in her tiny black bikini. I thought she was hot, like bacon off a frying pan. She was sizzling in fact. The physique was heavenly, on a scale of 1 to 10, she's an 8: her figure was sooooo curvy-licious. The negative 2 came from the fact that she had a boyfriend with her. Minus one for having a boyfriend, and minus another one for having a boyfriend who wasn't good looking.

She settled in a spot of shade near us, and lied there, just lied there, with her boyfriend. They started hugging, and loving. In our circle (Or is it pentagon, hmm...), I was in a position such that my back was to the couple, so I only caught mere glimpses of their heated throes of passion. However, by virtue of me being a single guy, seeing them in the bliss of couple-hood sent her eight soaring down towards a zero.

And then she stood up. And then she took her top off. Gah. I didn't do the scene justice. Let me try again.

She parted from her lovers arms; her eyes were misty, as if she didn't want to let go. Yet she had to: the sun was calling out to her. She rose up, soaking up its rays. The sun loved her. The rays caught her contours perfectly, and any flaws, if there were any, were shrouded by the light, as the sun embraced her body in its perfection. As if to tease, she extended her arms outwards, stretching. The wind gently caressed her hair, and her hair played along as it was tossed in a manner befitting a shampoo commercial.

It seemed like a scene only scene in movies. And then the atmosphere took on a totally new light...er-herm. I mean, nude light. She took off her top. This time, the movie...was a porno movie.

I wasn't paying attention when it happened, but it happened. She took off her bikini top; I can't even imagine this scene, as I've never examined the mechanisms of a bikini top, so I'll just say it as plainly as I can. She took off her top. There.

Though I had no idea how the "taking off" happened, I saw the "coming out". By no means am I a pervert, but one can not help but ogle. I refuse to mention that part of the woman's anatomy, so from here on, I'll call them, it, her, whatever (!) Mary and Jane.

Mary and Jane bounced out of their confines; they were known to be perky, and under the sun, they stood proud, yet held a certain delicate softness. They were normally hidden under garments, yet today, they were, to put it bluntly, skinny dipping. They bounced up, and then down; they looked like they were playing a game of skipping, and both were trying desperately to skip higher than the other. They drew stares, of course, but the stares only made them perkier. The group of boys playing soccer nearby tried to keep their attentions to the balls, but some other round things, namely, Mary and Jane, were calling out to them.

The boyfriend whipped out a camera, and the girl proceeded to pose. Mary and Jane were still present; one can't seem to take one's eyes off them. The camera snapped pictures after pictures of Mary and Jane.

On that faithful afternoon, I had no camera, yet the mental image my hormonal (or is it hormonic) mind produced of Mary and Jane are still there.

Goodness, I'll just get on with it.

I SAW BREASTS ON SENTOSA ON NOVEMBER 13TH! THE DAY WILL BE WRITTEN ON STONE FOR ETERNITY! LET NOVEMBER 13TH BE A DAY OF DESTINY! A DAY WHERE RAYMOND ANGELO BECAME TRULY...A MAN!

PS: I'm not a perv. I'm only a man.