Flash Fiction: In the Summertime…

Smiles bask beneath sunglasses. Laughter floats in the air, and skin sighs as the warm breeze strokes it.

Jenny takes a gulp from her cider then leans back and picks up the conversation with her friends.

A woman walks past, the strappy top barely able to contain her large breasts.

Her friends glance at each other and begin to chuckle. Making comments about her ‘nice pair’.

Jenny raises an eyebrow and casts her eyes around the beer garden. She sees a man, his shorts pulled tight by his seated position.

She nods her head in the direction of his bulge. ‘Nice cock. I’d tap that.’



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