Chapter Five
They were all playing in the surf when I stepped outside into a wall of heat. It actually smelled and tasted like rain, although there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. The humidity was like that down here, I’d discovered, and it seemed to force beads of sweat to the surface of my skin the minute I walked out of the air-conditioning.
Mrs. B saw me, waved, and I waved back. The white hot sand burned my feet, and I noticed how different everything felt between my legs now that I was shaved. I felt my swollen pussy lips rubbing together as I walked, constantly massaging my clit.
Janie and Henry took turns being tossed into the rolling waves by Doc, squealing and screeching as he hurled them out into the water. His arms were strong ropes of muscle, I noticed, working hard as he hefted them around. They weren’t lightweights anymore. They came up sputtering and laughing, although it looked dangerous to me-but what did I know?
I was grateful when my feet greeted the wet sand and then the water’s edge. Mrs. B looked over at me, shading her eyes against the sun. Her long blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail and I remembered I didn’t bring a Scrunchie.
“Hey, that’syour bathing suit, Mom!” Janie wiped salt water out of her eyes.
“Yep,” Mrs. B agreed as I began to wade out. “Veronica’s borrowing it.”
I saw Doc’s gaze moving over me, lingering between my legs. It tingled there, as if his eyes were actually touching me. “Looks great, Ronnie.”
“Thanks.” I waded a little further out, wanting to bury myself in the water even though part of me liked the way he looked at me. I had to go by him to sink further in, and I swear I felt his eyes on my back. I was all too aware, except for two sets of string, I looked completely naked from behind.
I sank to my knees, pushing off the sandy bottom and skimming forward into the cool water. I went under for a moment to get my hair wet, slicking it back from my face as I came up near Mrs. B, where I could stand with the water up to my shoulders.
“Let’s play Marco Polo!” Henry exclaimed, watching his father toss his sister into the water. She squealed and then held her nose, scrunching her face up as she went under.
“Yeah!” Janie burst up a moment later, obviously having heard her brother’s remark before she went down. She rubbed water out of her eyes. “We have enough people! Let’s play Marco Polo!”
“You’re it, then, Henry,” I called.
He closed his eyes and started counting to ten. We all moved away from him. Janie brushed past me, giggling, her wet blonde ponytail hanging to the middle of her back.
“Marco!” He did a blind-man walk forward, his hands out in front of him.
There was a chorus of “Polo’s,” and he struggled forward toward the voices. He was closest to me, his fingertips reaching out, and I tried to move back, but Janie clutched my hips and giggled as she hid behind me, making it impossible.
“I got you!” Henry opened his eyes when his fingers brushed my arm.
“That was a short one!” Mrs. B laughed.
“Janie’s fault,” I grumbled, turning and sticking my tongue out at her. “I’m coming for you, little girl! You better watch it!”
She squealed and moved away from me toward her mother as I closed my eyes and started to count to ten. I realized it was going to be a lot harder to play this in the ocean, with the sound of the waves crashing in on the shore, than it was in the glass surface of a pool.
I reached my hands out and strained to hear something as I counted. There was Janie, giggling, to my left. I turned toward the sound, rushing forward, trying to catch her, but came up empty.
“Ten… Marco!” I called, and I heard them all say “Polo!” Janie and her mom were to my left and so was Doc, but Henry was somewhere off to my right. Playing the odds, I lunged left and Janie squealed and splashed as she swam away.
“Marco!” I took a few more steps forward. Janie responded off to my right now, and so did Henry. Mrs. B was somewhere behind me, but I didn’t hear Doc at all. I came to the slow realization he must be under water.
“Marco!” I said again, hearing the same responses, except this time Doc’s “Polo” was right in front of me, his voice low. I reached a hand forward in the water and felt the smooth, hard planes of his stomach just above the elastic band of his suit. Gasping, I opened my eyes and saw him standing there, looking at me and smiling.
“Got me.” He winked, his voice still low.
“Daddy, you’re it!” Janie jumped up and down in the water.
We all moved away from him as he started counting. Janie still hid behind her mother, and Henry moved more toward shore. When Doc called “Marco!” I was still the closest one, and he followed my voice.
I went under for a moment, kicking hard and swimming the opposite direction past him. I heard him say a muffled “Marco!” again, but I kept swimming. Gasping as I came up, he said it again and I had to answer. He was inches away from Janie and Mrs. B, but when I said “Polo,” he turned toward the sound of my voice.
I could look at him without him seeing me as he walked toward me, his dark, wet hair curling, the tanned skin of his chest and belly and arms beaded with water. I realized, if I could watch him, unnoticed, then he could have been watching me, too. That thought made my breath catch. He moved closer and closer, edging my way, and his body blocked out the sight of Mrs. B and Janie behind him.
“Marco!”
“Polo,” I whispered.
His head turned toward me and he grinned, lunging at me just as I pushed off from the bottom, trying to swim away. We both went under for a moment, and he had me by my thigh, gripping his way up to my hips, his big body twisting against mine under the water. For a moment, I was beneath him, in his arms, pressed against him, and I felt something hard against my leg. I didn’t realize, until his fingers brushed over my breast, sending shivers through me, what it was.
I came up gasping and so did he. We were out deeper now, and I had to stand on my tiptoes to stay up. He was under the water to his shoulders, his face inches from mine.
“You got me,” I whispered, licking my lips and sliding my thigh against his. His eyes widened and then I felt his fingers gripping my hips, his knee sliding up the inside of my thighs, dangerously high, until I heard Henry calling, “Ronnie’s IT!”
I smiled as I turned away from him and started swimming back. He followed. We played a few more rounds, but then the kids got bored and wanted to go work on their “sand village.”
We three “adults” spread out a couple blankets and laid out in the sun. Mrs. B was next to me and Doc had his own blanket on the other side of her. I looked over at Mrs. B. She was on her back, her arm thrown over her eyes. I couldn’t help watching her breasts rise and fall with her breath, full and fleshy under the white bikini top. I called up the memory of what she looked like laying there topless.
Doc moved up on his elbow, facing me, and when I met his eyes, he smiled. I felt him watching, his gaze moving over me like a heat. I stretched, arching my back, and saw his eyes widen and then darken, his smile fading as he watched me roll to my side and then over onto my belly, adjusting my straps.
My skin and hair were still wet from the swim, and the heat of the sun felt good. I opened my legs a little bit, lifting my hips, knowing that my bare ass rose up in the air as I did. Through half-closed eyes, I watched him watch me, a lazy smile on my face. I couldn’t help glancing down at his crotch, and even in the loose material of the suit, I he was hard. I licked my lips, remembering the length of him, how his hand moved up and down the shaft.
My now-bare pussy tingled with feeling, and I wished I was alone so I could touch it. I fantasized about his hand there, those big fingers spreading me open. I glanced down at his suit again and saw him shifting, moving things around, and wondered what it would feel like in my hand…my mouth…inside of me. My pussy ached at the thought.
I was totally lost in my fantasy when a stream of cold water splashed over my back, making me scream and kneel up. Henry laughed and ran, trailing a blue bucket behind him.
“Ooooo you’re going to get it!” I stood up and took off after him.
I caught up with him at the shoreline, grabbing his swimming trunks. He squealed and apologized, laughing still. I tackled him, straddling and tickling him. He howled, twisting.
