IR Day 19 - Part 8

Once she has lotion on, Ingrid rolls onto her side to face you. She doesn’t have to try; everything that she does is a supermodel pose by default. You’ve just gotten to where you can keep your eyes on her face when she has her clothes on, but like this? Your gaze slides down to her boobs.

“How was your meeting?” she asks.

You come to your senses. You’re on your left side, so you move your right leg to hide the bulge a bit.

“Fine,” you say uncomfortably. “How do you like it here?” you ask to change the subject.

Ingrid looks around. “It is a lot,” she confesses.

You wade in with her later on and rise and fall on the warm waves, which is not that interesting to you, but it delights Ingrid. Seeing her happy like this, you have almost forgotten that she used to have a serious problem when she was stressed out. That’s all gone now. It makes you feel good that being with her seems to have made her happier. You wonder why. Was she seriously gay all this time and didn’t know it? No, it’s not that. She’s just not as self-conscious with you as she would be with a guy. There’s less pressure on her, at least in her mind. She must think that the two of you understand each other better because you’re both women.

It's ironic. She’s more relaxed with you, a girl that she can barely understand, than she is with an actual Swedish guy. But you kind of get it.

She looks so cute that you have to get a little affection. You leave it at a little salty kissing as you float on the waves. As much as you want to be naughty, it’s a public beach in broad daylight in the summer. There are kids around.

After you swim, you relax under the umbrella on the towels. You’d like to snuggle, but it’s hot and you’d get hard. So you lie beside her, not fully awake, not dozing. Maybe you would be talking if you were both better at it, but you’re quiet. Your eyes drink in her body, making note of sand sticking to her skin and individual drops of water. You wonder what parts of you she pays attention to and what she’s thinking.

“What are you thinking?” you ask her. Why not?

She looks surprised by the question and then uncomfortable. “Nothing,” she says, turning red and sitting up to get a drink from the cooler. Great. Very smooth. How are you supposed to talk to her about serious stuff like FUTA plans and the future when you can’t even get something like this right?