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Florida accepted me, so that is where I went.
    After another cup of Pablo’s wine, I meandered to the pavilion to change.
    Having consumed two more cups while changing and putting on sun block, I felt better. I still had some issues with my underarm skin folds and my thighs, and my belly bulged more than I’d prefer, but the suit gave me decent cleavage and being black, it was slimming.
    Pablo set me up with a nice looking board, soft foam top and wood grained accents.
    With care, I pushed off from the sand, my thigh muscles tightening as I got my balance. Cool water ran over my toes and bright drops caught the sun and sparkled as my paddle rose and fell.
    With my arms glistening in the sun, and the long paddle beside me, I felt tall and even somewhat athletic.
    “Hey, she’s dang good,” I heard a beer gutted stud say to the crowd of other hairy bellies he was walking with.
    After half an hour or so, some of the studs decided to show they could paddle faster than me, and then some of their girlfriends tried the boards too, giggling.
    Ahead of me, a group of forty-something’s splashed around like they were kids. I expected several of them would be pulling out their credit cards when they got back to shore.
    Paddleboarding is a fine sport for exercise. Plus, you can cruise around and check out the opposite sex without being obvious.
    On that day, all the men on the beach were fat and hirsute, not my style. I may be on chubby’s sexy side, but I like my men lean, with muscles.
    Soon, Pablo was selling boards and leaving me alone to cruise the beach with occasional forays back to get more wine, which was fine with me.
     

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    A hairy guy from New Jersey bought the board I’d been riding on. The day was finally getting hot, so I grabbed my beach float and decided to get away from the crowd.
    As I headed back for the water, Pablo yelled to me that he was leaving and Maria was in charge. Maria is one of the several college age blondes who work for him. He walked away with two men he’d told me earlier were buyers from a warehouse store that wanted him to supply boards in bulk. So, mamas and papas could waddle for home with their boxes packed with milk and cheese, and a ten-foot long foam board for only another nine hundred ninety-nine. Zero-down and no payments until after Christmas.
    Yeah, I did the brochure.
    My ‘pillow top’ air mattress inflatable is very stable and comfortable to lie on. It’s no thousand dollar foam cored surfboard, but my float has one huge advantage: cup-holders.
    I nursed my fourth wine and enjoyed floating off the sandbar, tied to a light folding anchor from Pablo’s store.
    When I went out, everyone on the sand was having fun and no one looked my way. The sky arched above me and if angels existed they were there spreading their feathered wings.
    Gentle rollers from some unnamed storm miles away rocked me as I drifted and the late afternoon sun shone brightly down on me.
    I had let myself get blown away from shore before dropping the miniature anchor. Out this far, the sound from the party at the pavilions died to a distant hum of shouts and laughs over the regular sigh of the waves on the sand.
    As the sun started to set, rays penetrated my thin suit and I day-dreamed that Apollo caressed me there, between my legs. I helped him by spreading my knees.
    I leaned on my elbow and looked around. I could see no boats beyond me, just smooth water all the way to Mexico on the other side of the Gulf. Since the sun was setting before my feet, anyone looking my way would be blinded by the glare.
    The silent sun touched me like a lover’s hand and I pulled my suit aside. I slipped into a wine infused fantasy about a divine caress from a man with much more of everything than any boy I’d known. In my dream, I rubbed my slit with long, slow strokes. I added a circular motion at the top and my button stood erect as I touched it.
    I put my fingertips on warp drive, working myself faster as I