Gassy Curvy Beachgoer

It was a warm, sunny day in the city, so nice in fact you decided to treat yourself to an afternoon at the beach, grabbing your towel, putting on your beachwear, and making your way there on foot since the place is relatively close by.

Once there, you set down your towel on one of the lounging beach chairs and laid down on it, basking in the lovely warmth of the sun, the heat making you all the more comfy and relaxed.

Forty or so feet to your left, there was an outdoor gym with a couple people working out, and one woman in particular with short hair was sat down and working away on a leg-press machine. She looked to be a modern day greek goddess, her large, heavy curves barely fitting in her turquoise leotard swimsuit and her lower half like one you’ve never seen in person.

As the woman finished her reps on the rather overloaded machine, she notices you peeking at her a bit, suddenly grabbing the filled shaker cup beside her and getting up, starting to walk towards you.

While she walks on the sand, even from as far away as she was, you could hear some heavy, bubbly sounding bursts come from her behind.

bwwrrrt-blrt! braaawrrarp barp -bRt brrRPLPLPLPLPPPPT-! BLPPPPT!

The noises sounded incredibly wet, no doubt accumulated protein farts from her shake, her ass sounding and even looking as if it were clapping the more louder and forced the gas became.

The woman, however, looked completely unperturbed when she walked, still setting her sights upon you and not minding her outbursts one bit. Her body language and expression was almost intimidatingly untroubled.

When she closed in and stood before you on your left, she peered down at you with a menacing gaze behind her light blue eyes, the cold damp sweatiness from her form and the light stench of dairy only adding more tension and almost chilly pressure to the situation.

“Buddy.”

She said in a tough, monotone voice, flipping the cap of her protein shake up and taking a swig, the shaker cup labelled ‘Mara’.

After about five heavy gulps from the liquid, she flicked the cap back on, leaning forwards slightly as another bubbly, wet protein fart escaped the statuesque goddess, her eyes still peering into yours as if to show dominance.

BWLLBBLLYYYYB-BYYYYUUURRRRRRB!!

The expulsion, plural despite its hiccup, was much louder at the somewhat personal distance, reeking of dairy bubbles and thick protein with a hint of sulphur. She just sighed in relief after it finished, crossing her arms under her thick bosom with her shaker cup still gripped in her right hand, staring down at you as the stench of both her coldly fresh body sweat and the bloated bubble-like protein fart mingles around you.

“Mhhhhh… …this isn’t your spot.”

Even with multiple other beach chairs scattered nearby, all looking to be free for the taking as much as your chair was, she looms over you, unimpressed, shapely, stench-heavy, and overall very hard to ignore.