Morgan gets wet

When Xavier pulls up to the packed beach, my heart sinks. There's no way we're going to be able to do anything naughty with the number of people around. Not overtly anyway. Even worse, Xavier touches my thigh before asking me "How do you feel about getting wet?"

"May as well whilst we're at the beach."

"C'mon. Let's go."

I follow Xavier through the crowd and into the water. About hip-deep in water, Xavier pulls me in for a kiss. I feel his hands grip my ass, before his head swivels around. Is he planning something? That's when his hand slips under my briefs. My heart races as I feel his fingers glide through my bush and to my slit. Surely he's not going to-

Nope, he is. He's touching my clit right in front of every. As I gasp, I look to Xavier's face, which wears a cocky smile.

"Stop." I whimper.

"What? Nothing wrong with showing affection in public."

He then kisses me again, his tongue thrusting into my mouth as his finger presses inside of my pussy. I think my heart's about to explode. Here I am in front of all these people getting fingered in front of everyone at the beach. All it'd take is one person to film me for me to lose my job, but I know deep down I crave the risk.

Our lips then part, and a gasp escapes my mouth as I then grit my teeth. Bastard.

"You okay my dear?" He asks.

I can stop him. I can that stupid French word and make this all stop, but the real question is, do I want him to stop?