Go have fun!

She stood there in her barely-there bikini—nipples already hard in the breeze, ass half out of her bottoms, legs slick with sunscreen—and looked around at the clumps of sunburnt parents in oversized T-shirts.

She was dripping, glowing, freshly toned and flushed with irritation. And not a single adult seemed remotely interested in doing anything remotely fun.

Jason plopped down on a mat beside Chloe and started talking to a man in cargo shorts about diaper brands.

Emily’s stomach sank.

Her body buzzed with heat. Her thighs rubbed slick as she shifted her weight. The sun felt wasted on her skin.

She wanted water. Speed. Motion.

Fun.

And that’s when she noticed him.

Leaning against the fence near one of the map kiosks. Board shorts. Lanky but filling out. Definitely not one of the dads. Watching her.

Eyes wide. Frozen.

Too young to hide his stare well. Old enough for the shape of his stare to say exactly what he was thinking.

Emily looked back at Jason, who was now laughing at something dumb. Chloe gurgled beside him.

Then she turned back.

The boy flinched and looked away.

But not before she saw the blush rise on his neck. Or the way his hand shifted subtly in front of his shorts.

A wicked little thrill twisted low in her stomach.

Her day might not be over after all.

She didn’t head directly toward him. Not right away. Instead, she walked a wide, curving path—slow, casual, hips swaying just enough to make her ass bounce with each step, bikini bottoms hugging every inch of her. When she reached the park map sign, she “noticed” him with a soft, deliberate smile.

“You know this place well?” she asked, pretending to study the map but never looking away from him.

He froze. “Uh. Yeah. I mean—kind of. Been here a lot. With my little brothers.”

Emily let her smile widen. “Perfect. Mind showing me around?”

He blinked. “Seriously?”

“I could use a guide. Someone tall. Experienced.” Her eyes dropped, then climbed back up. “And I don’t really want to waste the whole day stuck in the shade.”

He glanced toward the baby area—Jason was now laughing about something with another dad—and then back at her. “Uh… yeah. Sure.”

“Great,” she said, brushing a damp curl behind her ear and stepping closer. “Lead the way.”

As they walked, she drifted into his space slowly—first touching his arm lightly, then letting her fingers trace down his forearm. Her tone was breezy, friendly, but every touch lingered just a moment too long. And when they stopped to check the ride board, she took the opportunity to slide her arm around his elbow and press her body against his side.

Skin to skin. Breasts to bicep.

She felt him tense.

“Thanks for doing this,” she said sweetly, then leaned in closer. “You’re kinda saving my day.”

His mouth opened, closed. He nodded.

At the first ride queue, she stayed right next to him—so close her hip brushed his thigh, her breast nudged his arm whenever she turned her shoulders. She leaned in as if to whisper something over the noise, but her lips hovered near his ear, her breath warm.

When they climbed into a two-person float, she straddled the space behind him and slid her hands along his sides, gripping the tube. Her legs wrapped lightly against his. Her bikini top tugged forward with every bump, making her cleavage bounce softly against his back.

She didn’t apologize for it.

At the next ride, the line was longer. She stood behind him—then stepped up, close, closer—until her front was flush with his back.

She sighed against his shoulder. “Waiting is the worst,” she said, wrapping her arms around his waist, hugging him from behind.

Her breasts flattened against him, nipples rubbing into his skin through the thin layers of their swimsuits. She shifted slightly, felt him stiffen.

God, he was so easy.

When the line advanced, she didn’t move right away. Her arms loosened slowly. Her fingers dragged across his stomach before they dropped away.

Then she stepped forward—and stopped abruptly.

He bumped into her backside. His crotch met the curve of her ass with a soft, unmistakable press.

And she stayed still.

She wiggled, just slightly. Just enough to feel it.

Big. And getting bigger.

She smiled, unseen.

Then finally stepped forward again, humming to herself.

She didn’t tease him again right away.

But she didn’t need to.

He was already following.