Get into the water and swim with her?

I put my book down on the deck and sat on the edge of the dock with my feet in the water. Rochelle turned and saw me.

"How's the water?" I asked, which was probably a pretty stupid question since I had already been in it and my feet were currently dangling in it.

"It's very nice," she said. "Refreshing."

I hopped in and slowly waded out a little deeper to make sure the water was up to my chest to hide my hard on. I stayed as close to Rochelle as I could, never looking directly at her, but ogling her sideways through my sunglasses. I was close enough to see her slight nipple impression under her bathing suit, and how her breasts curved underneath.

I didn't think she could really see what I was doing under the water, and she wasn't really paying attention to me anyway, so I reached down and pulled my hard cock out from under one of the legs of my shorts. I slowly began to stroke it as I looked at her. I moved a little closer so that I was no more than six feet away when she turned and smiled at me. I stopped stroking immediately but left my cock out of my shorts. She took a couple of steps towards me and I started to panic a little. Then she leaned into the water and swam past me out a little deeper. When she was past me, I tucked my cock back into my shorts and decided to be a little safer for the rest of the day.

She stayed out there swimming for a while so I decided to rejoin Tim on the deck.

Later in the day, Rochelle made us a nice supper of barbequed steaks and veggies and we sat with her to eat. It cooled off slightly, and Rochelle was back in her shorts and shirt. Tim and I spent some time down by the water chatting about stuff (mostly girls we wanted to fuck). We spent the evening inside doing some more reading.

We watched a video of some comedians Tim taped off TV while Rochelle cleaned up the dishes from the day. Diane and Jenny returned around 8pm, and by 11 we are all in bed. Tim and I stayed up a while with a small lamp on looking at some Playboy magazines he'd brought with him. This did nothing to calm my urges from the day. One of the bunnies had huge juggs, and my mind drifted to Rochelle, imagining if hers looked like that.

I lay there a long time, debating whether or not I should go to the bathroom to jerk off, before I finally fell asleep.

I woke up and looked at the clock: 8:27am. Tim was still asleep. I could hear that someone was already up and was out in the main part of the cottage.