After what seemed like an eternity, we cleared the twenty-five feet of sand and made it into the ocean. The water temperature was perfect. It was just cool enough to be a refreshing respite from the hot sun without being too cold.
Once we were in the ocean, James wrapped his arms lovingly around me, pulled me out into neck-deep water, and gave me a long, hot, passionate kiss.
“Do you like all those eyes on you?” he inquired huskily.
I thought for a moment.
“I like that you like their eyes on me,” I said truthfully.
“You have such a beautiful body, Melanie. It would be a shame not to let others see it and enjoy it.”
He paused for a moment while the waves of the Pacific Ocean gently collided against us.
“You’ve never liked showing off though, have you?”
His comment brought up a lot of issues for me. I did love showing off and wearing sexy clothes… to a point. Looking back, I wasn’t confident enough in my sexuality at that point in my life to not want to conform. I loved wearing sexy clothes in a club because everyone else was in sexy clothes as well. However, when James forced me to wear clothes that made me stand out, I felt very insecure, and that was very difficult.
I knew that he was teasing me a bit. However, I yearned to please him so desperately and completely; his words stung just a bit.
“I’ve worn very sexy, revealing clothes for you, James,” I said defensively.
“I agree, you have, but not of your own accord.”
“You’ll just have to teach me to be sluttier for you,” I teased.
“Maybe we should start now then.”
My eyes got wide.
“What do you mean?”
Before I knew what was happening, his fingers untied the knot on my bikini top. Instantly, my breasts fell free, and I immediately moved forward and pressed my torso into James’s chest which helped keep me covered.
There were quite a few people within proximity to us in the water. However, none of them seemed to notice what was going on between James and me.
“So this is your idea of turning me into a wanton woman?” I teased.
He gave me a mischievous smile.
“That was step one.”
I looked at him questioningly, almost afraid of his response.
“What’s step two then?”
“This.”
James moved away from me several inches which created some space between us. He then rested his hand on my stomach.
My eyes got wide.
“James, you can’t…”
He smiled.
“Oh, but I can…”
His hand slowly began to inch lower, down my stomach.
“James, please…” I whimpered while nervously looking around us.
“It’s okay, Melanie, no one is watching us, just concentrate on me,” he said huskily.
I was too nervous to form a coherent thought. I obeyed and let him do what he wanted. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled myself close to him which I hoped would block the potential view of any onlookers. His hand continued to work its way south until it reached the thong bottom of my bikini.
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