Hot Day, Hot Date

Hot Day Hot Date

The winter had been such a long and dark one that when the first truly warm days arrived, she wasted no time in slipping into her favourite summer dress and heading to the beach.
“Maybe I’ll just get a drink and sit taking in the summery scene for a while…” she thought to herself as she was approaching the local beach. “Oh… that is, if the cafés and kiosks are open already.”
Since it wasn’t even April yet, she was in for a disappointment. Nothing was open and it seemed that the warmth of the day hadn’t lured anyone else to the beach yet.
Determined to enjoy her day, she didn’t let the still hibernating beach bring her down.
“I’ll just imagine a cold drink in my hand and a hot guy next to me”, she thought as she walked past the ice cream kiosk, and a soft giggle escaped her lips.
“What’s so funny?” a male voice asked.
“Oh wow, my imagination must have reached a whole new level. I’m hearing other people’s voices in my head”, she thought, quite amused, and turned towards the kiosk.
A shirtless man was leaning against the wall, grinning at her, and she couldn’t help but doubt her own eyes.
“This might sound ridiculous… but are you real?” she asked.
The man’s grin widened as he signalled her to come closer. “If you let me, I’ll show you how real I am…”

Credits:

Dress: Ricielli – Belle – NEW, available at Cosmopolitan Event
Sunglasses: Redgrave – Maddison
Earrings: Maxi Gossamer – Coachella Valley Dula
Hair: Doux – Cotton
Head: LeLutka – Irina
Skin: ItGirls – Irina Pearl
Lipstick: The Mars – Sweetness Gloss
Body: Maitreya – Lara
Pose: Foxcity – Poise-4m
Location: Sexville

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