a young female elf awaits her at the edge of the shore.

A she-elf stands demurely at the shore, left hand gripping her right upper arm. Fiery red hair flowed in tendrils about her face, escaping the loose bun she had piled on top of her head. A skimpy loincloth was her only clothing, marking her as Tulathari from a village south of her own.

As Alandra swam closer, she took greater stock of the woman's body. Lean, yet shapely. Bigger breasts, yet round and untouched by gravity. Her nipples were pink and puffy, just long enough to rub between one's fingers and be able to lick the tips.

She shook her head as she got out of the water to clear the thought from her head. She was already growing wet and surely the other elf would notice if she didn't take control of herself soon.