Sea Whispers

Based on an idea by Bigviewer69.

He had his eye on me the whole time while I was swimming away. I could feel it. And then, when I was just a few strokes away from the shore, he decided to follow me. Stupid mistake, letting me get so far ahead. I'll be out of the water and gone in a second.

But Alexander swam fast. Too fast. Way too fast. I could barely hear the water splashing behind me. He had an extremely efficient style, gliding through the lake like a torpedo. I could already feel little waves on my heels, my calves. Then – zap – he grabbed my ankle.

“Hey! Let go!” I squealed, laughing, kicking half-heartedly behind me. He pulled me toward him, grabbed my hips. I wriggled like an eel, he laughed deeply. And then—oh—his hand slipped. Just a tiny moment of carelessness, but enough for his fingers to catch on the side strap of my bikini bottoms. I wanted to break free.

Rip.

Not loud, but unmistakable.

I wanted to swim away, but then I realized: the thin strap had torn. The only piece of fabric I had left on my body was floating somewhere in the lake. And me? Completely exposed.

The water was warm, but I was still shivering. My body tingled as if I had just touched an electrical outlet. He pulled me back toward him, embraced me, held me, and we were now very close. His gaze... hot and searching, as if he could read my thoughts in my eyes. And yet he seemed as if he already knew every possible answer.

I smiled. “You know what?” I whispered as my hand slowly moved down his torso under the water – right to where his swimming trunks were tightest. I touched him – felt his breathing change.

I didn't bother with any half-assed stuff. I slid my slender fingers into the front of his pants. I immediately touched his hard cock. I grabbed it. Hot. Upright. Twitching.

With a cold grin, I pushed his foreskin down. Alexander hissed as he exhaled. Me? I pushed it back up. He looked at me. His eyes were dark, just a little narrowed. But behind them I saw a hint of doubt, of uncertainty. He didn't know what I was planning. But he kept still. Only his feet treaded water steadily so we wouldn't sink.

Me. Again. Down. Up. Slowly. Torturously slowly. I jerked him off in slow motion. In the water. His cock liked it, I could feel it clearly. Alexander? Not so much.

Suddenly: “You can keep my panties if you fish them out of the lake,” I giggled, pushed myself away from him, dove under his arms, resurfaced on the other side—and swam quickly to shore. When I reached the jetty, I climbed out slowly. Like Venus of. . . . whatever.

Never mind.

The water dripped from my butt, which I deliberately left uncovered. I grabbed my shirt, pulled it over my wet body—the fabric clung to me, revealing everything—and I walked toward the hotel, swaying my hips. I knew he was watching. I could almost feel his gaze on my back.

And I knew that he was wondering again who was actually playing with whom.