Today, however, her only lover was the sun. There were very few people still swimming in the pool, but by the afternoon it had largely emptied because the heat was too much for all but the most dedicated. One man (a fat German with his wife) leered at her as he walked by, but she pointedly ignored him so that he would not interfere with her own, private love affair. She knew what he was looking at. Sara was twenty-one, but she looked much younger, just a teenager. Her body was extremely petite and in her bare feet she was only five foot two in height, with small breasts that budded from her ribcage and a sweet, skinny ass. But she had a fiery temper (as fiery as her love, the sun, she liked to tell herself) and anyone who got on the wrong side of her soon found that they had a little monster on their hands.

In the meantime, she kept her large sunglasses on, her long, tawny-blonde hair pushed back from her face with an Alice band. Occasionally, she would look through the dark glass of her shades at the bright globe of gorgeousness that shone down on her, but most of the time she kept them happily shut, absorbing the delight that filtered through to her shoulders, flat abdomen and slender legs and arms.

She was dressed in a tiny bikini, a little floral number with an image of an angel on her panties. She knew the effect that it had on men, but ironically she resented a little the attention it drew today. Though she could be as flirtatious as anyone, today there was more important work to do, and her body deserved her utmost attention.