Post by rivika on Aug 18, 2009 20:04:24 GMT -5
Clothing was starting to become soaked with sweat as the Egyptian heat set in on the girl who sat by the banks of the great river. Her hands were folded in her lap as she kneeled by it with a breeze stirring up dust from place to place. Even breathing could be heard faintly before she toyed with the hem of her denim shorts.
White tang top clung to torso as she let her back elongate forwards as upper ligaments stretched out over the currents and by the passing moment it became more tempting to dive into the waters though it was chalk full of debris in certain areas. At least this was one of those sanitary areas and it was indeed better then what she'd seen on the drive over to her hotel.
As conscious flickered in, it kept tempting me like one of those little devil figures that appears on one's shoulder dressed in some skanky outfit in the movies saying, "Dive in. Nobody's going to notice." While on the other shoulder a little angelic figure clad in the stero-typical white gown but was oddly different in that it was a short white skirt and white top that stopped at mid-drift, was saying, "Now, now, won't your guilt bubble over?" Even that halo was flickering out over her head and I saw the damn angel being tempted in this sweltering heat to do sin. That only made a cruel smirk crawl up onto my visage and reveal glistening white dentals. It was then decided on my course of action before I stood up with converse-covered feet firmly placed in a small pyramid shaped stance and evenly set apart to rest hands on hips.
Clearly considering the option of diving in or staying out in the sun, her hands clenched themselves around the white fabric and eventually went against her better judgement to start peeling it off layer by layer. She was after all the type of girl who would walk out into the sun with two tang tops on and denim shorts complete with converse though she could pass for much older if she felt like it. In this secluded spot of the Nile, she assumed she'd be safe from any peeping toms and drew off the white tang top and followed by the gray spaghetti strap that clung to her even more then the white top had to be in her shorts and bra.
Next came the Converse which were placed in a sheltered spot and the shorts soon enough rested on top of them. With all her clothes in one spot to be found later, she waded into the water. The water was shockingly cold to the touch and she hated having given in to the need to cool off even if she was terrified of getting some disease from the waters. Apparently just going up to her shoulders was enough as she immediately turned around and started to get out. Once on the shore line, she of course started to re-dress herself and placed the shorts on then the converse and stopped when it came to her top. Should she only put on the white one or the gray one? Taking a second glance at the heat rays coming off the ground, she put the gray spaghetti top on and held the white one in her hands and returning to sit on the ground and watch the currents. If someone was nearby, she wasn't exactly in the mood for them and they probably didn't want to be near her anyways.
White tang top clung to torso as she let her back elongate forwards as upper ligaments stretched out over the currents and by the passing moment it became more tempting to dive into the waters though it was chalk full of debris in certain areas. At least this was one of those sanitary areas and it was indeed better then what she'd seen on the drive over to her hotel.
As conscious flickered in, it kept tempting me like one of those little devil figures that appears on one's shoulder dressed in some skanky outfit in the movies saying, "Dive in. Nobody's going to notice." While on the other shoulder a little angelic figure clad in the stero-typical white gown but was oddly different in that it was a short white skirt and white top that stopped at mid-drift, was saying, "Now, now, won't your guilt bubble over?" Even that halo was flickering out over her head and I saw the damn angel being tempted in this sweltering heat to do sin. That only made a cruel smirk crawl up onto my visage and reveal glistening white dentals. It was then decided on my course of action before I stood up with converse-covered feet firmly placed in a small pyramid shaped stance and evenly set apart to rest hands on hips.
Clearly considering the option of diving in or staying out in the sun, her hands clenched themselves around the white fabric and eventually went against her better judgement to start peeling it off layer by layer. She was after all the type of girl who would walk out into the sun with two tang tops on and denim shorts complete with converse though she could pass for much older if she felt like it. In this secluded spot of the Nile, she assumed she'd be safe from any peeping toms and drew off the white tang top and followed by the gray spaghetti strap that clung to her even more then the white top had to be in her shorts and bra.
Next came the Converse which were placed in a sheltered spot and the shorts soon enough rested on top of them. With all her clothes in one spot to be found later, she waded into the water. The water was shockingly cold to the touch and she hated having given in to the need to cool off even if she was terrified of getting some disease from the waters. Apparently just going up to her shoulders was enough as she immediately turned around and started to get out. Once on the shore line, she of course started to re-dress herself and placed the shorts on then the converse and stopped when it came to her top. Should she only put on the white one or the gray one? Taking a second glance at the heat rays coming off the ground, she put the gray spaghetti top on and held the white one in her hands and returning to sit on the ground and watch the currents. If someone was nearby, she wasn't exactly in the mood for them and they probably didn't want to be near her anyways.