"Well, come on in," she urged.
With a lurch, Jerry pushed off from the boat and dropped feet first into the chilly water, going in over his head. He had a brief mental vision of the empty blackness between him and the bottom how many fathoms down? Nervously, he kicked to the surface.
"Isn't it great?" Cindy asked enthusiastically.
The concealment the water offered gave Jerry a sense of security. Yet, at the same time, the chill currents toying with his prick and balls with unaccustomed intimacy emphasized his nudity and increased his excitement.
"I think it's just super," Cindy bubbled enthusiastically. She kicked on her back, sending a glittering shower of water high in the air. Her white breasts bobbed excitingly on the surface, the pink peaks jutting perkily skyward. Incongruously, Jerry thought of icebergs. Those warm, soft mounds hinted that nine-tenths of the girl's delectable body was under the surface.
Trying to take his mind off of Cindy, he turned away from her. The boat was only a few feet any, riding easily on the swells. Idly, Jerry studied how his view of the world expanded or contracted depending on whether he was at the crest of one of the lazy waves, or in a trough. One moment he could see the low dark mound of the shore, and the next he was in a valley with dark, sloping, shining sides. A slick rainbow pattern of oil formed a graceful whorl in front of him. He wondered just how polluted the water really was.
His worry about the pollution of the water and whether it was safe to swim here was suddenly obliterated by the pressure of two small hands on his shoulders. He managed to suck in a quick, not very deep breath, before his head was forced under the surface. Warm skin brushed his back as he went down, swallowed up in the salty water.
The instant he was released, Jerry lurched up toward the surface, his lungs burning with the need for air. Exploding into the bright sunshine, he whirled as he sucked in a huge gulp of oxygen. A few feet away, Cindy's young face was split by a grin of victory.
"Got you!" she gloated, slapping the water, her eyes dancing merrily.
In an instant, Jerry forgot everything else and was a teenager again. "Little devil," he snorted, making a leap for her.
Cindy let out a squeal and turned to flee, kicking frantically. She was a split-second too slow. Jerry came down on her shoulders with his full weight. Cindy let out a shriek and vanished in a plume of spray. Then she was gone, out of touch with his hands, driven deep by his thrust, he assumed.
Wiping his eyes clear with his hand, he turned slowly, reaching for her. The longer she stayed down, the more his concern grew. He was suddenly terrified that something had happened to her. When he rose to the top of the next wave, he kicked hard to get as high as he could, looking desperately for any telltale patch of bubbles. Then, just as he dropped back down, there was a triumphant call right behind him, and two hands on his head.
For a fraction of a second, Jerry managed to fight against the weight bearing down on him. Warm flesh was pressing against his back, his neck and his head. Hot, sleek legs were brushing his nude buttocks as Cindy put all her weight on his head, balancing precariously on top of him.
Sucking in a deep breath, Jerry let her drive him under, helping her by paddling downward until he escaped the grip on his head. Diving deeply, he turned underwater and looked up at where she was a slender graceful silhouette against the sparkling surface. The mirror surface of the water left her headless, but the slow, graceful motions of her arms and legs as she turned, treading water, testified to her vitality.
Jerry waited below her until she had made a complete circle and was facing him again. Then, reaching out, he grabbed her ankles with both hands. Blowing out a stream of air to make himself less buoyant, he let himself sink, and gain downward momentum. Then he pulled downward on her feet as hard as he could. The motion threw him toward the surface as she shot past him toward the depths.
Jerry released her ankles and began kicking toward the surface as soon as she was headed downward. He had the feeling that she had not really resisted his pull on her. Suddenly, warm arms wrapped around his hips, and a warm, soft, female body was pressing against him from the waist downward. His cock, which had gone limp on his first ducking, suddenly came to life and struck out against the warm skin. There was a hot cheek and soft, tickling, swirling hair against his stomach as his head broke the surface. His lust boiled upward like a geyser from the soft, yielding, exciting pressure of Cindy's naked body against his in the cool water. He tried to kick free of her, but she clung to him like an octopus. When she did let go, it was only to slide to the surface along the aroused length of his body, her arms still around him.
Then she curled both her arms and her legs around him and mashed her lips hotly against his in a searing, sensual, exploring kiss. Jerry's senses were engulfed in a scarlet haze of lust and he responded to the kin automatically. His arms went around her and he marveled at how small she was – his hands reached almost completely around her. Her legs tangled with his and they slowly sank beneath the surface.
Then she kicked free and they both surfaced simultaneously. A toss of her head sent her hair flying, shooting a spray of water off to one side. Her brown eyes were deep hot pools of mystery.
"Wow!" she exclaimed fervently. "That was even better than I expected!"
Jerry tried to shake off the effects of the kin, but couldn't. His head was spinning from the experience. How long had it been since he had made love?
"Come on," Cindy urged, striking out for the boat, taking his hand and tugging him along. All he could do was kick along behind her.
She clung to the boat and urged him up into it. "You first, then you can help me in."
He levered himself up, and suddenly got an assist from a hand on his naked ass. He sailed head first into the cockpit, fending off the boom with one hand, catching himself with the other before he landed on his face. For a moment his bare legs kicked ludicrously in the air. Then he managed to get himself right side up.
"Give me a hand," Cindy asked, reaching up.
Jerry paused, gathering his resources while he was free of her for the moment. One hand on the rail, he looked down at her as she hung onto the side of the boat, one hand extended up to him. Water sparkled on her young face. Her hair was plastered straight back from her fine, smooth forehead. Her eyes were smoldering.
"Well, are you going to let me drown?" she asked at last.
Jerry debated putting, on his clothes in self-defense, but her extended hand waved impatiently. Reaching down, he grabbed her wrist as she grabbed her. Bracing himself, he gave a jerk and she shot up out of the water. With a graceful twist, she sat on the side of the boat, a dripping, naked water nymph. Then she swung her legs in over the side and stood up.
Just then, with the perverseness of fate, the boat tilted on one of the waves and the boom swung to nudge Jerry from behind. Off balance already, he reached toward Cindy and bumped into her.
In a second, her arms were around him and he was being engulfed by her lithe, hot body. All the good intentions and resistance he had mustered after gaining the safety of the boat vanished in a haze of sexual desire. His lips met hers, his tongue bored into her mouth, his hard chest pressed against her soft tit. Her rock-hard nipples felt like burning drills boring into his flesh. She spread her thighs and trapped one of his legs between them. He could feel scratchy pubic hair against his thigh as she unashamedly rubbed her pussy against him. A soft, exciting hand was curling around the powerful, hung tower of his burning, erect cock. A hot, desperate wad of sexual need gathered deep in his guts as he let his hands room all over her sleek skin.