Chapter 8: Sheer White Thong

“Come close, darling, I won’t bite,” I said, and then in sotto voce, “much.”

The blushes that appeared in texts were obviously quite real as I saw another. But she moved closer.

I held out my arms and the love of my life pressed her body next to mine, my lips seeking out hers. We kissed, our hands caressing each other’s body lightly, exploring almost innocently as our passion rose.

After a few minutes I spoke, “Are you warming up?”

She smiled demurely, then said, “Can you not tell?”

I looked into the water, and could see that while her nipples were still hard, the surrounding areola were enlarged, a definite sign of arousal. The hard nipples were from arousal now, not cold.

“I’m not really sure.”

She smirked this time. Then her face changed to one of adoration.

“I love you, Dirk.” And with that, she took my hand in hers, and brought it to one of her breasts.

“God...” I whispered, and crushed my mouth onto hers, gently squeezing first one breast, then moving my other hand to her other breast and doing the same. She whimpered into my mouth, my tongue dancing with hers. My fingers closed in on her nipples, squeezing both at the same time, not hard, but with enough pressure to elicit a kiss-muffled moan. We jostled in the water, our legs becoming more entangled. Her body shifted more, and I felt her bush rub against my thigh, then settle down on it.

We both broke the kiss at the same moment, looking into each other’s eyes with longing.

“Tanya ... we need to stop ... need to get out of the water, babe.”

I could see into her eyes, the fire raging in her soul. It couldn’t be like this, couldn’t happen now.

I disengaged and began swimming toward the edge of the pool, seeing that there were now two large towels placed discretely on a bench. I tied one around me, and then opened the second, wrapping it around her naked body as she climbed out of the water.