After thinking a little while on what she wanted to wear to the beach, she found out that her black bikini would be a great thing to wear today.
She shuffled through the drawers and found the black bikini bottoms, but could not for the life of her find the top that belonged to it. "Shoot!" Isabel said to herself, as she tried to think out something she could replace it with.
"Well, I was considering that cut-off white t-shirt..." she said to herself, as she held the t-shirt up in front of the mirror. She hadn't worn this t-shirt since she was a teenager, and while she hadn't grown that much in height, she had gotten bigger elsewhere.
When she was younger, the t-shirt had been tight enough already. But since then, her breasts had grown into a delightful pair of bombshells. They weren't the biggest around, but they were noticeably bigger now when she was 23 than they were when she was a teenager. Noticable for everyone else. Isabel herself didn't realize this.
As a result, she didn't think about that fact when she put the t-shirt on and hurried to put her black bikini bottoms on. She stood upright and looked at herself in her large mirror, looking herself up and down from head to her bare toes. Looking at her top, she noticed that she was exposing a lot of stomach. "That's not the worst thing, right?" Isabel convinced herself.
Turning around, she noticed how perfect her black bikini bottoms clutched her butt cheeks, which made her extremely satisfied.
Looking at her front one more time, Isabel tried to figure out what made her attire look so...different than it used to. She looked at her cut-off t-shirt once again and adjusted it a little to see if it made a difference. When it didn't really make any noticeable difference, she decided that she was ready and went to get the rest of her stuff.
What she failed to notice was the fact that the small adjustment of the t-shirt had caused a small rift in the back shoulder of the t-shirt.
Isabel slipped on her yellow flip flops, got her sunglasses on and tied a white sarong around her waist which she would use as a skirt on her way to the beach. She put her light blue towel, keys and cell phone in her purse as she went out of her apartment door and walked down all the 5 floors as the elevator was out of order.
Being such a beautiful day, Isabel decided that taking the car to the beach would be absurd. "Of course I'll walk there in this beautiful weather, I have to enjoy it as much as I can!"
She had decided to leave her middle length blonde hair hanging loose this day, only with one little hairpin keeping it from falling down in her face. Clad in her white t-shirt and her white sarong, she looked like a blonde angel when she had her hair gracefully flowing with each step she took, and it was inevitable that she wasn't going to get many admirers and longing stares when she walked down the street.
But that wasn't anything Isabel really thought about. Even though she was a ten out of ten, she never became a tease back at high school or college. And she stayed this way, not exposing herself too much. In fact, she was a rather shy and modest girl.
After walking through the streets for about 20 minutes...
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