2d Plastic Beach Novels & Stories

" What's the fun of a beach if it's not for swimming?” " You'll see," I shrugged as I walked along, finally reaching the shore. My smile was instantaneous when I saw the colorful dots that glistened in the sunlight. " Watch your feet," I warned before stepping on the small crystals that stretched across the beach floor. " What are these? " Dimitri frowned, kicking the colored dots that covered the sand. " They are glass crystals," I explained, "the strip of sand is covered by them.” " A glass beach? " Joe reached down and picked up one of the crystals.

At the end of the day, that was what Dillon aimed for. They got through the check-out line quickly and packed up the car. They were still solidly on schedule, since it wasn't even one yet. They had planned to get to the beach and have lunch by two, and they found a place to park and were on their way there now with all their supplies. Thankfully, Tony had a hand truck that he packed to help them with the box of lunch ingredients, their chairs and Dillon's grill and tools. The one downside to Wildwood's beach, with the exception of the Crest and North Wildwood, was the sheer length of the beach. At the very least, the town had the foresight to lay down huge wooden pallets halfway down the len

The beachfront was illuminated by soft lantern-style lights lining the walkway, their glow reflecting off the dark, endless stretch of water. The sound of waves was steady, unhurried and rhythmic. They walked side by side at first, a polite distance between them. The sand path gave way to a wooden boardwalk that curved past small beach houses painted in pastel shades— peach, turquoise, pale yellow. Soft lights flickered on their porches. A few souvenir stalls were still open, their vendors lazily arranging handmade bracelets, straw hats, and carved wooden figurines. “Tourists love these,” Ifeanyi said, nodding toward a stall displaying bright woven bags.

I wanted the ocean to go on for forever, and I liked the illusion that it did. Noah suddenly disengaged our handhold and took off for the water. He sprinted across the sandy beach and ran into the foam of the waves. I hurried after him, afraid he had seen something that needed rescuing. Dolphins had been known to wash up on shore, or even exhausted swimmers. When I caught up to him, he held up a small bucket with various plastic shovels attached to the handle. They were just cheap, plastic beach toys, but he held them up in victory as though he had rescued a mermaid.

"Dada make!" We both laughed, and took off our shoes to head onto the beach. The sand was warm and inviting, and we set up our beach gear quickly. I sat down on our flamingo design beach blanket with Camilla, and watched Jaxon roll up his pant legs to the knees. He flashed me a sexy grin and headed out into the water to fill up a plastic bucket. When he came back he was soaking wet and laughing; his suit was utterly destroyed by the salt water. And I could tell that he didn't care at all. "Okay, gorgeous, let's build this thing!" he told Camilla, who laughed and smiled. My husband was the most perfect man who had ever lived. "Sara, can you get us some shells? We want this thing to be beautif

She felt her heart swell with excitement and anticipation as they passed beneath the archway, the flowers brushing against her as if in greeting. Beyond the gate, the scene opened up to reveal a magnificent black sand beach, unlike anything Aria had ever seen. The sand was rich and dark, its color deepened by the shimmering sunlight that danced upon tiny pebbles scattered along the shore. Each pebble sparkled like a gem, casting a kaleidoscope of colors against the stark black sand. The beach stretched out before them like a private paradise, its beauty otherworldly and enchanting. The waves crashed gently against the shore, their foam white against the inky sands, creating a mesmerizing con

We arrived yesterday, Thursday night and after breakfast this morning, Damian asked me to join him at the beach once I was less busy which led to me going out there. The beach house we are currently in has two bedrooms, one for each of us and I’m currently in the living room. The living room exudes coastal chic and relaxation, walls adorned with calming shades of white and cream, a sleek low-profile sectional sofa in beige colour, a statement piece reclaimed wood coffee table, sliding glass door leading out to the patio and the beach, a minimalist yet impactful chandelier, carefully placed coastal-inspired decorative vintage surfboards and shell-filled vases, a plush area rug in sisal and a

I squirmed inwardly, hoping as she looked at me, she wouldn’t see the image of the girl whose legs were spread wide open with her soaking pussy being pleasured by her step-uncle’s fingers hours ago. “Look! The beach!” I pointed out the tinted window with fake-enthusiasm, desperate to break the drowning silence. The car drove through a clear pathway, and it didn’t take me long to realize Daniel owned a private property on the beach! The beach house stood majestically on the shores of a crystal-clear turquoise lagoon, surrounded by swaying palm trees and lush tropical gardens. The exterior walls were painted a soft, creamy white, with wooden accents and large windows that seemed to blend seaml

The sky is a beautiful shade of blue, the breeze carrying the salty scent of the sea across the warm golden sand. I put on my lemon 2 piece today made up of high waisted boy shorts and a bikini top with a little frill on the shoulder straps, added my white sarong and sun hat, my stunning gold frame purple lens sun glasses and my cute white strappy sandles decorated with pretty daisy's to top off my perfect beach vibes look. I feel like I've just walked right out of a film, my blonde locks are flowing down my back in loose curls that dance around in the warm breeze.