The sun in the Cobalt Coastlands was simply relentless. Rocky cliffsides surrounded the beach, stagnating the hot air and making the atmosphere even more suffocating. The base camp set up in the lower beaches had some level of semblance of relief, with a few cloth tents and a few wooden canopies that were used for shade. I lay in one tent which sat faced away from the rest of the camp, exhausted from a few hours of catching Pokémon. There were a lot of good Pokémon to catch around here, like Machop and Spheal, but the heat was just too much.
I stared at the ceiling of my tent, trying to think about anything but the hot air enveloping me, when I heard the sound of sandy footsteps approach. From my left, a head popped into my vision, staring down at me from above. She had short, blonde hair, blue eyes, and about an equal amount of tired plastered all over her face as well. She wore a red tube top and shorts, both with a stylized pattern on them.
"You okay?" she asked. "I'm sorry if I interrupted you dying in here."
I looked up at her, trying to remember who she was, squinting my eyes a bit. Something about her face seemed familiar. And then it hit me.
"Oh, you're, uh..." I started, snapping my fingers a few times to recall some more information. "You're that girl who gave me directions when I got lost in the Fieldlands."
She smiled for a moment. "Yeah, funny running into you again. So, are you going to give me some room so I can cool off in here or is staring into space and hogging your tent the plan?"
"I mean, it is my tent," I quipped back, but I was already moving. I let out a sigh and lifted myself off of the cot I had been lying on. "Sorry, I've been out of it all day. You can have my spot." I scooched over to make room for her, and she flopped down onto the cot, sitting criss cross and fanning herself with one hand.
"Thanks."
A few moments passed, where we just listened to the sounds. The crashing waves of the fairly distant ocean, mixed with the nearer sounds of the base camp's supply store, mixed with the close sounds of us two surviving the heat.
"My name's Bridget," the girl said suddenly, breaking the silence. I gave her my name back, and though she still chose to stare out at the wide expanse of sandy beach, it was clear she was listening to me. "What Pokémon are you looking for here?"
We started talking about the Pokémon we wanted, and while we did, I let my eyes wander over her body a bit. She was caked in sweat, which made the tent smell like a sauna, but she didn't seem to mind. Her legs were long and shapely, and her skin looked so smooth and white against the dark red parts of her loose shorts. My eyes moved further up, past her tight, toned abs, to her tube top. It was clear she wasn't wearing anything underneath, from how the tube top clung to her breasts and the movements from her light panting. She had perky, medium-sized breasts, with a small amount of cleavage showing at the top, and I could see the outline of her nipples through the thin fabric. While I stared, her voice started dying down, and I realized Bridget was staring at me... staring right into my eyes.
"Did you say something?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
She looked away quickly, and I felt a flood of embarrassment run through my body. Waiting for her response felt like being slowly roasted alive in a stuffy oven. Finally, she spoke. "No, nothing. Just... it's hot, isn't it?" she said, shifting herself to face me fully now. I noticed that she had a slight flush on her cheeks, and her breathing was even heavier than before. Her eyes were now fixed on mine, and I felt a surge of excitement through my veins.
"Y-Yeah, it is...?" I answered, apprehensively venturing further into the conversation despite my blatant ogling caught only moments ago.
"...Sure is hot," she mumbled again. With her eyes still fixed on me, her left hand slowly raised up to the top of her tube top, pinching it. My half-erect penis twitched as she held the thin fabric, and I was beginning to think she was going to...?
With one quick flip, she freed one of her breasts from the confines of her tight top. I froze right away, staring at the cute, perky mound of flesh that had been released in front of me. Her nipple was a light pink, and the rest of her breast was a creamy white, with a few small beads of sweat clinging on. Her eyes were soaking up my reaction in a half-lidded stare, mouth held slightly open. Overall, the expression was one somewhere between overheating, and thinly-veiled lust.