Jean
Was a 65 year old woman I met while on holiday in Malaga, Spain.

Her raspy laugh and smokers cough could be heard for miles around, rarely seen without a large vodka in one hand she spent all day, every day in the sun. I'm certain she'd actually spent all day every day in the sun for the last 20 years.

Her skin was wrinkled and sagging off her bones like tanned, beaten leather.

Hungover and sitting by the pool one afternoon I just wanted to read my book and die quietly.
"Oi girls." She yelled as she shuffled over, her drooping thighs flapping in an almost hypnotic way. "Take a look at how brown my tits are getting!"
And with that, she pulled down her bikini top to expose her limp, swarthy breasts.

I sicked in my mouth a little bit :(
( wanderlust, Fri 29 May 2009, 18:23, Reply)