Wade into the water with David to cool off from the intense heat. Looking around to check if anyone is watching, see if you can give him a stealth blow job, or at least a quick hand job.

The sun beats down mercilessly on Brighton's pebble beach, the heat becoming almost unbearable despite the earlier application of sunscreen. You sit up on your towel, squinting toward the glittering expanse of the English Channel.

"I'm absolutely roasting," you announce, fanning yourself dramatically. "Fancy a dip to cool off?"

David, who's been scrolling through his phone beside you, looks up with interest. "Sounds perfect," he agrees, setting his device aside.

Clara waves lazily from beneath her wide-brimmed hat. "You two go ahead. Ryan and I are going to guard the fort."

Ryan, who appears to be dozing, merely grunts in acknowledgment.

You and David pick your way across the hot pebbles toward the water's edge, wincing as the stones dig into your bare feet. The beach is busy but not packed – typical for a Monday even during summer. Families with young children occupy the shallows while groups of teenagers splash around further out.

"It's going to be freezing," you warn as you reach the water's edge, your toes curling at the first touch of the chilly surf.

"Only one way to find out," David replies, grabbing your hand and pulling you forward.

You both wade in, gasping as the cold water rises past your knees, then thighs. The shock against your sun-warmed skin sends pleasant shivers racing up your spine.

"Come on," David encourages, tugging you deeper until the water reaches your waist.

You scan the immediate area with practiced casualness. To your left, an elderly couple floats peacefully twenty yards away. To your right, a group of university students are engaged in a splashing war, completely oblivious to anything else. Directly ahead, the water stretches empty toward the horizon.

"Nobody's paying attention to us," you whisper, moving closer to David.

"What are you thinking?" he asks, his voice dropping as he recognizes the mischievous glint in your eyes.

Instead of answering, you slip your arms around his neck and press your body against his, the cool water creating a delicious barrier between your sun-heated skin. Your lips find his for a salty kiss as your hand trails down his chest, over his stomach, and beneath the waterline.

"Mia," he breathes against your mouth, half warning, half encouragement.

"Shh," you murmur, fingers finding the waistband of his swim trunks. "Just stay still and look normal."

Your hand slips beneath the elastic, wrapping around him. He's already half-hard from your proximity, and he stiffens completely at your touch. David's eyes widen, darting around nervously before fixing on the horizon as though admiring the view.

"Jesus Christ," he whispers as you begin stroking him beneath the water.

"Just enjoying a romantic swim with my boyfriend," you reply innocently, maintaining a perfect poker face while your hand works steadily beneath the surface.

David struggles to keep his expression neutral, his breath coming in controlled bursts. "If anyone knew what you were doing right now..."

"They don't," you assure him, increasing your pace. The water provides a natural lubrication that makes your movements fluid and purposeful.

When his breathing becomes too ragged, you maneuver both of you slightly deeper, until the water reaches the bottom of your bikini top. Then, with a quick glance around to confirm you're still unobserved, you duck beneath the surface.

The salt water stings your eyes, but you manage to free him from his trunks and take him into your mouth for three deep, deliberate strokes before returning to the surface, hair slicked back and gasping dramatically as though you'd simply dunked yourself.

"Holy fuck," David hisses, his hands gripping your waist tightly to steady himself – or perhaps to stop you from diving again.

You simply smile and resume your manual attention, maintaining innocent conversation about the scenery while your fingers work beneath the waves. "Beautiful day, isn't it?"

"You're... unbelievable," he manages through gritted teeth, his hips making tiny, involuntary movements against your hand.

When you feel him approach the edge, you press your body closer, allowing him to bury his face against your neck as though in a tender embrace. His muffled groan vibrates against your skin as he pulses in your hand, the evidence immediately carried away by the current.

"God, I think I'm falling for you," he breathes into your ear once he recovers, the words sending an unexpected flutter through your chest that has nothing to do with physical pleasure.

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