The river.

You decide a nice rest by the river could be nice. Not a swim for yourself, but just some time to enjoy the outdoors.

"Let's go to the river then," you say, and she seems excited.

You watch her as she takes off towards her room saying, "Let me just get changed."

To be kind, you gather the plates and plop them into the dishwasher. You lean back against the counter and wait, thinking about your situation. She doesn't seem to suspect anything so far, but you have six more days including today. Can you handle that? You aren't entirely sure any more.

Finally, she comes back into the room wearing a white t-shirt and aqua coloured frilly bikini bottoms. The shirt itself is cut low enough to **** out the top of her chest for your viewing pleasure, and you can only assume the top of her bikini is underneath.

"Well, let's go!" she shouts.

You're funnily enough pretty relieved that she's at least mostly clothed. After a short walk, the both of you arrive at a secluded area by the wide river passing through town. You take a deep breath and listen to the calming sound of the water flowing.

She skips ahead of you, and immediately places her bare feet into the river.

"Ooh! It's a little cold. It feels nice, though. You should join me."

"Oh. I don't have swimming stuff with me, Kimi. It's fine," you respond.

"C'mon. Just take off your shoes and step in at least."

You accept, knowing she won't stop asking you until you do. You roll up your pants and remove your shoes and socks, stepping into the freezing cold water next to her.

"There you go!" She giggles. She starts to walk out a bit deeper, then you see her kneel down into a crouching position, submerging half her body beneath the surface. She pulls herself down to her neck, but quickly pulls herself up to a bouncing halt. Now, her shirt is completely transparent, revealing a matching bikini top beneath it. The clothing hugs tight against her skin.

"Brr. Cold!"

She cups some water in her hands, and pours it over her ample breasts, though it does very little to her already soaked body. Her hands caress over her amazing physique and you can't break your eyes from it. Slowly, your pants begin to cringe under the increasing girth of your manhood.

"Geeze... I forgot to take my shirt off first. Now it's all wet. Hold on a second."

She pulls the tight wet top over her bust and to her neck--water dripping down over her skin. She begins to squeeze the fabric of her clothing, as if she's trying to wring the water out of it. Though as she does, the water pours over her body in a tantalizing manner.

"So, how are you enjoying yourself so far, John? You've been so kind, doing things that I suggest. I hope it's not a bother."

You do your best to hide the readjusting of your trousers as your erection reaches full length.

"It's fine. I'm really enjoying myself."

"Awesome!" she says with a short hop. Finally, she pulls the shirt over her head, and tosses it onto shore, though it barely makes it.

At this point, you start to question your own willpower. This is all just too much.

"I'm going to head back to land before my feet freeze," you say as you make your way over to a large rock to sit down. You sigh deeply. This is exhausting.

"That's fine," she shouts as you go, and begins to play around in the water. After awhile, she runs up to you back on shore, though as she arrives, she continues to move in place in a playful way. Though, you can't help but ogle the jiggling of her exposed cleavage.