All thanks to Ms. Yoga Pantyhose (advert active) mentioning her ginger landing strip, I could not help but recall this tale shared with me.

I have to tell him about your ginger landing strip Ms. Pantyhose

Of course "writers license " used to make it readable.


Enjoy!


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THE GINGER BLONDE

Camps Bay beach.

He sat on a rock studying for his tax exam.
His apartment had felt claustrophobic and tight.
At 30 he was successful, on his way up and in no rush to settle down.
A relationship failed. The call of so much to experience and none special enough to change his single status.

There she was....a ginger blonde.
An afro
huge curls
loose
blown all over the place by the Cape winds.
Skimpiest of skimpy bikinis blending with her skin tone.
She looked near naked.
A gorgeous sight of lithe limbs. A petite walking mermaid.


And as she came closer, stopping in front of him,shielding her eyes from the sun looking up at him, he felt like a demi-god
a nymphet at his feet...a special nymphet.
The kind of girl he read about that existed in the 60's
Tiny fine ginger curls of pubic hair fighting through the sides of her skimpy's.
The top line so low that they were spilling over the top too
A skimpy bikini with ties on the side, the kind those Brazilian babes tortured men with when flaunting their luscious curves.


He always fantasised about a moment like this.
"What u reading?" she asked innocently. A Scandinavian accent heavy.
"You...?" he replied.
"Really?......come down. My bikini is loose and i know u can tie the ribbon better than me. Want to try..."
He jumped down.
Tax exam forgotten.

The call of the ginger pubes much more appealing, and , this exam he knew he would pass.....with flying colours.

RB.