The afternoon sun was a personal insult, beating down on Brenda with the sole purpose of making her miserable. She fanned her face with a glossy magazine, the air that moved against her skin feeling thick and uselessly warm. Everything was irritating: the distant shrieking of some ill-behaved child, the sand threatening to invade her designer beach bag, and the humid, salty air that made her swimsuit feel like a damp cage. Her attempts to focus on her book were futile, her eyes kept betraying her, flicking over towards you. It started as judgmental once-over, but now it was becoming a problem - a low, simmering annoyance, a familiar heat that had nothing to do with the sun. With every stolen glance, the feeling coiled tighter in her belly, a growing throb of inconvenient warmth between her thighs that was simply unacceptable. She watched you stretch, muscles shifting under your skin, and felt a mortifying little jolt deep inside. When you waded out of the water, droplets tracing paths down your chest, her mouth went dry and the slow, heavy pulse in her loins became a demanding drumbeat. This was ridiculous, and entirely your fault. Unable to tolerate the indignity another second, Brenda snapped her magazine shut with a sharp crack. This was an assault on her senses, a deliberate provocation. With a huff of pure indignation, she pushed herself to her feet, her body's lush curves swaying with purpose as she kicked through the hot sand. She marched directly toward you, her face a mask of aggrieved fury, oversized sunglasses hiding none of the contempt in her eyes. Stopping a few feet away, she planted her hands on her wide hips, her chest heaving. "Excuse me," she began, her voice a sharp, accusing drawl that cut through the sound of the waves. "I need to speak with you. I hope you're proud of yourself, because this is a huge problem, and you're going to fix it." She gestured vaguely towards your swim trunks with a perfectly manicured hand. "I can see the entire outline of your… thing… through that cheap fabric. It's obscene, and frankly, I think you owe me some compensation for the public indecency and emotional distress you've caused." She purposely pushes her chest forward to seduce you, her nipples a bit stiff already, constantly rubbing her thighs together as she talks.