Of course, she's a better swimmer

You swim parallel to the shore, with steady powerful strokes. After a few mintues you glance back, to discover Olivia is hot on your heels. She grins at you, and redoubles her efforts. Not about to be beaten this easily, you turn to increase the distance again, when you feel a hand close around your ankle.

A warm, soft hand.

That doesn't let go, no matter how much you struggle.

"Gotcha!" Olivia shouts triumphantly, and her arms are around your neck. She smiles as you wrap yours around her strong waist and draw her closer. She's out of breath, and you wonder if it's from the race, or excitement. You certainly are excited. Your excitement only rises as the water pushes you both together for a moment, her naked breasts pushing up against your chest. You wonder it those were her hard nipples you felt.

You wouldn't mind feeling more of those breasts against you and draw her even closer. Her nipple are definitely hard, but it could well be the slight chill of the water. She looks so lovely with the sun glittering off the drops of sea water on her tanned skin and her hair swept back. She feels lovely, moving softly against you with the movement of the water.

You would really like to kiss her.

You draw her even closer, pressing yourself against her, the silky length of her smooth legs brushing against yours as you both tread water.

When she tilts her head towards you and closes her eyes you know she feels the same way as do you about the kissing, and you don't hesistate.

You close your eyes too and move in closer, enjoying the anticipation...

You can feel her breath now, hot against your cheeck...

You can feel your heart rate rising...

You take a deep breath and...

Splutter and kick as a particularly large wave puts and end to the romantic moment. You're surprised how quickly kissing disapears from your mind when you can't breathe.

As you surface and shake the water from your eyes you hear Olivia laughing, you have to admit, that wave had perfect comic timing.

You cut Olivia's laughter short by planting your lips squarely against hers.

Olivia kisses just as good as she looks and swims, breath takingly well.

But you'd much rather have Olivia take your breath away than a wave. You draw back for a breather but only catch a glimpse of the sparkle in Olivia's eyes before she dives forwards and kisses you again.

Deeper this time, you feel her tongue darting against your lips, asking for a way in. You're more than happy to oblige.

The warmth of the kiss fills you, soon starting to warm other parts of you. You hope she doesn't mind the way you're pressed up against her. Olivia doesn't seem to mind, in fact it reminds her of something she wanted to do earlier.

Olivia breaks the kiss, "You're still wearing you shorts, let me do something about that!" She grins at you.