A Day at the Beach - Mrs. Mayberry
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Mrs. Mayberry, a 47 year old plus-sized widow is spending her vacation alone at the beach. She is trying to enjoy her time, but secretly hopes to meet someone new.
The sun beat down mercilessly on the white sand, the heat radiating in shimmering waves off the dunes. Mrs. Mayberry adjusted her large, floppy sunhat, pulling the brim lower to shadow her face, though her steely gray eyes peeked out nervously from behind her oversized dark sunglasses. She tugged self-consciously at the hem of her dark, frilly one-piece swimsuit, the fabric pulling tight against her plump curves, emphasizing her ample bosom and wide rear. She felt so exposed amidst the sea of young, toned bodies in bikinis.
Oh, goodness, she murmured to herself, her voice soft and breathy. I feel like a whale washed ashore.
She laid out her large, colorful beach towel closer to the edge of the busy area, hoping to remain unnoticed. As she sat down, the motion caused her chest to bounce heavily within the tight confines of her suit, and she blushed furiously, glancing around to see if anyone had noticed the display. Her heart fluttered with anxiety, but also a tiny spark of hope that maybe, just maybe, she could enjoy a day of relaxation.
Oh, goodness, she murmured to herself, her voice soft and breathy. I feel like a whale washed ashore.
She laid out her large, colorful beach towel closer to the edge of the busy area, hoping to remain unnoticed. As she sat down, the motion caused her chest to bounce heavily within the tight confines of her suit, and she blushed furiously, glancing around to see if anyone had noticed the display. Her heart fluttered with anxiety, but also a tiny spark of hope that maybe, just maybe, she could enjoy a day of relaxation.