There is no better place on earth to watch one of God’s most impressive creatures than Hawaii’s sunny Waikiki Beach.
Granted, watching six foot tall feminine beauties hoof it down a modeling runway could be considered competition for viewing babes on the beach, but that assumes you enjoy human Clydesdales walking awkwardly about in overly high heels while wearing outfits designed in a mental asylum.
Scantily clad women on a sunny beach is better in oh so many ways.
First, there’s the scantily part of the scenario. On the beach there are sufficient amounts of skin to be attractive to the male gender, but not so much uncovered as to remove imagination from the viewing effort.
Second, the glamour and glitter of the model’s runway notwithstanding, most men know the difference between what’s made up to look attractive but which may not be, and what actually looks real and attractive in the flesh. Babes of the beach may not be every man’s reality, but they’re baring all for all to see.
Third, did I mention the abundance of oiled and well-tanned bodies among the babes on the beach? I must have overlooked that. Perhaps I was distracted by visions of bikinis dancing in my head.
Why Waikiki Beach? There may be larger beaches, nude beaches, more accessible beaches, less expensive beaches, but no beach in the world offers the variety of feminine form slathered in cocoanut oil and SPF protection than Waikiki.
Besides, Waikiki Beach is just 10 minutes away from my home by car, with parking one block off the beach a measly $1.00 an hour. There is value in paradise. Your mileage (and expense to travel to Waikiki Beach) may vary.
Females with form journey to Hawaii’s most famous beach by the thousands. That’s thousands per day. Do the math. Each day there’s a new supply of breathtakingly feminine forms oiling their skin so they can sit in the sun and be watched by the rest of us. You know who you are.
For what other reason would they be there? A tan? That’s just icing on the cake of feminine delights.
To be fair, Waikiki Beach’s variety and volume of sun soaked women does have a single, serious drawback. Mixed among the beauty of the womanly form scattered throughout the beach will be those of the same gender who hold little resemblance to those of this tropical topical discussion.
There’s good, bad, and ugly among female sun soakers, and apparently few rules as to which should by allowed by authorities to populate Waikiki Beach from sun up to sun down.
It is the opinion of many watchers that such a large number of larger women should be relegated to after dark appearances only, but in this day and age of equal rights, they’re free to roam the beach like water buffalo, wooly mammoths, with barrels of coated wrinkles, and they do, blocking out the sun, obscuring the more delicate supine views of the gender, much to the chagrin of the rest of us.
Fishermen have their adventures, bird watchers have their sightings, hunters have their prey. The sunny beach in tropical isles shall rule the view of man forever and a day.