Tits and Ass

We live about an hour and a half outside of Miami.  Our beach we go to is a friendly family one that reflects the local racial makeup of our area which is brown, black and white.  The Canadians love our beach and come in droves, staying at the same inexpensive small hotels and motels and converted apartment buildings year after year.   They put Canadian Flags out front, so you can find them easily.  The locals are grungy, blue collar, working poor and some of them fish for their supper.  Many of the women are well fed on poor diets of pasta and rice and pour out of their bathing suits.  I don't get shy there, it's a relaxed unassuming place.  I giggle at the pasty Midwestern tourist gawking at us and the parrots perched up in the trees above our heads.  Taking pictures to bring home a bit of Florida with them, their pockets holding shells and bits of seaweed and driftwood to set up on the window sill back in Iowa to remind them of the magic of winter barbeques on the sand.

Now South beach is known for its beautiful people.  A totally different vibe.   International jet setters, Rock Stars, washed out Reality stars, Foot ball players on holiday,  Randy aging Lotharios and slick swarthy Mediterraneans speaking Italian, French, Spanish,  gays,  and lots of Urban  dudes and their honey pots mamas and spouting and prancing like roosters on the walk.

Topless is allowed at South Beach,  In some of the private beaches, it might just be required.   My hunnybunny hubby was hoping to catch himself a sight of some free ranging titties but the day was overcast and breezie and everybody was up under the shades sipping drinks so big you could rinse out your socks in them.

We saw what we came to South Beach for.   The odd balls, the people bicycling with snakes, the guy who was plug ugly and dressed in a mini skirt that barely covered his hoo hah and carrying on a loud arguement with himself acting out all the parts.  We saw world class titties and ass and men without their shirts oiled up and bouncy.


And pretty boys.  The valet parkers every block wave you in with a flick of their wrist.   I locked eyes with one perfect creature and he was the prettiest person I had seen in person.  Esquisite ruby lips, natural and full in promise.  He was a walking soft porn movie in three acts.   I wanted to park there and brush his hand passing him a five... slowly, oh so slowly.


Twice around South beach loops watching the people cruise by, to be seen and to watch,  I had enough.  Hubby went over the dunes to see the beach and came back quickly, no titties to be seen. he came back a bit forlorn.  The ocean looks exactly the same as it does near home. Grey, white caps, beige sand.   Tall high rises painted pink and teal and orange and blue.


I dunno.   It's not a married scene, unless you are looking for a threesome.   And the people were not all toned.   There was plenty of imported flab and dimples on butts and droopy overflowing bosoms and Mid West Americans fed on corn and beef and chips..

The beautiful people come out at night.  We were just day tripping.