"The shy type, huh?"

I said. "Maybe." He had me on the defensive. He laughed and plunged out into the breakers. I waited until I saw his head dip beneath the waves and then quickly skinned off my shorts and got into my bikini. The top was easy, I just turned my back. But when I kicked off my sandals and started down the beach, the sand did awful things to the bottoms of my feet. By the time I felt salt water around my ankles, my clit had pushed out between the plump halves of my cunt-mound. It was so swollen that it rubbed the crotch of my bikini when I walked. It was impossible to keep that sand from sliding up between my toes, though.

Scott floated in beside me. The water was warm.

"I'm not much of a swimmer," I told him. I'd fled my hair up but it was wet anyway.

"Come on, I'll show you a few strokes." Before I could do anything, Scott had an arm under my belly and had swept me up off the sand. I struggled but he walked towards deeper water. Then we were both floating. Instinctively I threw my arms around his neck. My legs scissored his middle as I sucked in air. Deep water always had scared me.

"Take it easy, I won't let you go under." His arms tightened around my back. Then I felt something hard against my belly as I clung against Scott. Almost at the same instant I saw his trunks bobbing on the tip of a wave, heading for shore. His fingers fooled with the tie of my bikini bottom.

"Nooo! What do you think you're doing anyway! Ohhhh!" A wavelet put salt water in my mouth and I had to cling all the tighter to Scott's strong body. I felt my bikini slide away from my hips. Scott yanked it free from between us. I shook my head violently.

"Get me out of here… get me into shallow water, damn you!"

"Easy, honey," he laughed. "I'm the good swimmer, remember? You'd better be nice to me."