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A splash
woke me from a light doze and I sat up.
Jack surfaced, water streaming
through his wavy brown hair, his deep blue eyes, gleaming
in the sun, a smile curving his luscious lips.
My body woke faster than I
did, yet I had the wherewithal to keep my mouth shut,
lest I say what was on the tip of my tongue. It would
have been something like, "I want to lick the water
off you, one drop at a time."
"Interesting swimming
costume." He nodded at the teddy.
My first reaction was to warm
with the heat of a blush, which only added to the heat
of desire. My breasts instantly peaked into hard round
beads, pointing against the see-through fabric. I fought
my urge to raise my hands and cover myself. That would
be the old Lucy's reaction. The prude who refused to
go down on Trent. I clamped my arms to my sides and
pushed out my chest a little farther. This was the new
Lucy, the daring, sexually active Texan on the prowl
for a little taste of the deep down under.
I didn't know this man. He
was a stranger. Likely I'd never see him again after
my car was taken care of. If ever I had an opportunity
to act out my fantasies, now was the time.
"If the costume bothers you..." I stood and
stretched, raising my arms high above my head. Then
I pushed the thin straps of the teddy over my shoulders,
peeling the fabric down over my breasts, one rounded
globe popping loose at a time. I smoothed a hand over
one, lifting it and squeezing gently.
Jack's nostrils flared, his
body growing still in the water.
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