Tom's reaction ...

Tom's eyes drifted from Sara to Jenna. She greeted him nervously, and he reached over to shake her hand. As he reached, his palm gently brushed against Sara's body, and for a split second, he felt the firmness of her breast. He quickly checked Sara's face for a reaction, but she was coolly smiling - either she didn't notice that he had touched her breast, or she was okay with it.

"Hi, Jenna. The pool definitely seems to have a relaxing effect on you!" Tom smiled at Jenna. Sara giggled. Something is going on with these women, he thought to himself. Jenna didn't move when he extended his hand. He glanced down at her body in the water. _Is she ... no, she can't be. _He looked again. She is ... naked. Jenna looked at him looking at her. He stared a little longer - if she's not moving or stopping me, I think I'll enjoy this.

Tom leaned back into his seat. Sara's deep breathing took his attention back. She (Sara) wasn't paying much attention to her own friends - she wanted more from Tom.

Tom looked at Sara, who smiled back. She shifted her body toward him ever so slightly, which he took as an invitation. He let his hands drift under the water, and lightly touched her leg, just below the knee. She didn't move, so Tom took a more active hold of her leg. Sara smiled.

Tom's hand moved along Sara's leg, around her knee, along her thigh, and as his fingers drew a line, they moved inward, toward the hem of her bathing suit. He stopped short of touching the material of her suit, but continued stroking her inner thigh - first her left leg, then shifting over to her right.

He began to lightly squeeze the muscles of her upper thighs, and he felt Sara's body slowly grinding into his caress.

"Sara," he heard Jenna say. But Sara just moaned lightly in response to Tom's hand. That moan was all the invitation he needed, and he moved his fingers toward the edge of her suit.

He ran one finger along the hem, half touching the stitching of the cloth, and half pressing into the skin that defined the boundary between her leg and her pubic region. As he pressed further, his fingers barely slipped beneath the hemline, and little by little, he was closer to Sara's pussy. He felt the skin where she had shaved that morning, felt the slightly rough one-day's growth. The thought of her shaving her pussy made his cock quiver.

Sara moved her hips and pressed toward Tom's fingers. He didn't go any closer to her pussy - he was enjoying the tease of staying a few inches away, but knowing (and knowing that Sara knew too) that he could slide a finger in without anyone else seeing.