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Chapter 6 by Kristobal Kristobal

Where to next?

The Lazy River

The sun had moved lower in the sky by the time Emily tugged him toward the lazy river. It was quieter now, less crowded. Families had started to corral their kids for food or naps or sunscreen reapplication.

Emily had other plans.

“C’mon,” she said, grabbing a two-person float with one hand and his wrist with the other. “We’ve earned something relaxing.”

He didn’t argue.

They waded in, the gentle current swirling around their legs. Emily climbed into the back seat of the float, letting her thighs spread, calves dangling in the water. She tugged him down into the front section, then shifted her weight until her legs were on either side of him—straddling his body from behind.

He stiffened immediately, but didn’t move.

She leaned forward just enough for her chest to press into his back. Her breath hit his shoulder.

“Comfy?” she murmured.

He nodded mutely.

“Good.”

The current carried them around the bend, the sun dappling their skin in golden flickers. Emily’s bikini top kept shifting with each bump and ripple of movement, her breasts bouncing lightly behind him, barely restrained. The stretched strings dug into her neck. She adjusted them frequently—but never too quickly.

Her hand rested just over the waistband of his board shorts, “for balance.”

She let her fingers drift occasionally, barely brushing the damp skin below his navel, close enough to feel the way his stomach tensed every time she touched him.

He shifted once, and his hand grazed her thigh. He flinched.

Emily caught it, caught everything, and said nothing.

Then, slowly, she took his hand.

Brought it up to rest gently on her stomach.

He didn’t move it.

She did.

She guided it higher. Inch by inch. Until his palm cupped the underside of her breast.

Then she stopped. Held it there.

Her nipple was hard under the fabric. Her pulse quick and steady.

He froze.

Every muscle in his body locked.

Emily leaned forward, lips near his ear.

“See?” she whispered. “Not so scary.”

And she laughed—a low, delighted sound that vibrated against his spine.

Another ride?

More fun
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