The Caribbean

We find ourselves staring out at the ocean on a small beach. The wind blows gently over our faces as the waves crash into the sand and wash over our feet. The smell of the sea air calms me, almost making me forget that I'm naked.

"I, uh, I set us up for a day at the beach in the Caribbean," Ming Zhao says embarrassed. "I thought we could enjoy our lunch here.

"It was a pretty good idea," I admit. "I just hoped we'd be traveling with our clothes this time."

"Yeah, me too," she says timidly.

We both stare at the teleporter in her hand. I try to focus on the device instead of her nude body. "Now what?"

"Well," she says, "we should probably go back home. Our clothes are probably gone and we have to go home in lab coats again."

"Yeah," I agree.

"We'll probably get chewed out again by our boss, too."

"Yeah."

We look up into each other's eyes. I notice that she keeps glancing down at my erection as her pussy begins to grow wet. There's no one on the beach to bother us: not even a seagull.

"Do you want to go skinny dipping?" I ask.

"I thought you'd never ask," she says.

She grabs me by the hand, tosses the teleporter behind her, and leads me into the water.