Find a spot in the sand

"Let's find a place to set up camp on the lagoon," Mark says as the four of you head off to pure white sand.

You find a nice spot with some chairs already set up close to the water. The girls lay their towels out across two of the chairs while you and Mark put your feet in the water.

"Oh wow!" you exclaim, "It's the perfect temperature."

"Really?" you hear Cara ask. As you turn your heart completely stops beating. Cara has shed her coverup to reveal her swimsuit, an orange thong bikini that shows off as much of her perfect body as possible. You never would have expected Cara to wear something like this, she was always fairly modest in high school.

She walks towards you and dips her feet in the water, "Oh, you're right, this is amazing!" Cara wades into the water, her ass jiggling behind her as her legs power through the water now at her mid-thighs.

You and Mark are stuck in place as the waves wash over your feet, watching Cara go deeper into the water. Zoey comes up between you, having shed her shorts, revealing that her red tank top was in fact a one-piece suit. It hugged her body all the way down and showed off every curve along the way.

"Ready boys?" she asks, looping her arms between yours and Mark's. She leads the two of you into the water towards Cara, who has stopped moving deeper into the water and is now lowering herself slowly up to her shoulders.

"You guys really picked the place," you say as you arrive at Cara's spot.

"Why, thank you," Cara responds, giving you a dazzling smile. She wades forward and wraps her arms around your neck, pulling herself forward until her legs wrapped around your waist as well. Slowly and gently, her head moved forward until your lips touched, and she held them there for a moment. You could feel your dick harden through your trunks, and you were pretty sure Cara could feel it too.

She pulled herself away and still straddling you, laid her head on your shoulder. "This is pretty great," she whispered.

"Yeah," you responded. "It is."

The day progressed and the sun slowly crossed the sky. You and Cara left Mark and Zoey for a while in order to explore more of the island. The outer beaches were very different, far more rocky and with actual waves washing up on shore. At one point, you and Cara cautiously made your way out amongst the rocky terrain before an employee called you back. Eventually, you made your way back to the other two, who had spent most of the day near the lagoon. It was mid-afternoon now, and you'd need to leave soon.

You took a seat on a lounge chair, resting your tired feet. Cara plopped down on your lap, her ass squishing your dick against your thigh. As she swept her hair back, you admired her from behind. Her skin was perfect and had turned a light golden brown within the past few hours. The vibrant orange of her bikini stood out more now, and you lightly brushed off some sand from her lower back.

She turned her head and said, "Thanks," showing off perfectly white teeth with a smile. The four of you sat there, not talking much, as the shadows of the palm trees behind you slowly made their way across the beach. Eventually, the call was made for the last departure from the island. The four of you slowly gathered your stuff and made your way to the ferry quietly. There wasn't anything wrong, but there was a shared sense of awe at the perfection of the day, and no one wanted to break the almost magical silence.

The ferry slowly pulled away from the island, and Cara slumped her head onto your shoulder. About halfway through the ferry trip you realized she had nodded off. The four of you disembarked and made your way back to the ship, looming almost ominously on the pier. You weren't upset or anything though. Despite a twinge of sadness at the day on the island being over, you can't help but feel nice and warm inside with Cara's hand in yours and another couple days ahead.