Kicking off your shoes, you run down the still lowered gangplank, and dive headlong into the warm blue water. You stroke powerfully toward where you saw the redhead disappear, silently thanking your hard ass high school swim coach for his endless practice sessions. Reaching the point where you saw the redhead sink, you duck-dive downward...
You see her almost at once, drifting slowly downwards, her red hair drifting around her head like silk, her skirt billowing, allowing you a view of her athletic, toned thighs. Her eyes are wide, bubbles trailing from her full, parted lips, as you wrap your arms around the French beauty and kick for the surface.
You reach the gangplank, and hauling the dripping wet woman from the sea, you hoist her into your arms, carrying her quickly back to your cabin. Your eyes are drawn to the way her expensive silk blouse is plastered like a second skin to her body. Her smallish, firm, pouted breasts are clearly visable, pale nipples jutting prettily.
You lay her on your bed. You don't know CPR but you've seen it on the TV, so you place your mouth against hers. But instead of her gasping for breath she pushes her tongue into your mouth. She wasn't unconscious after all!
"I saw you go after the other girls," she exclaims, "and I wanted you."
You look at her, trying to take in the change of events.
"Are you angry with me?" she asks, "I'll do anything for you. What do you want me to do?" |