The waves were still very gentle, but they were still waves, random and relentless. The big, rearing waves broke a hundred yards or more from the sandy beach. The gentler ripples that made it in this far pushed against their bellies: up, down, up, down. They tried to push them back a little, then pull them forward, but they weren't strong enough to have any real effect.
Sam looked at Jean’s face. She was looking out at the big waves, out beyond the breakers. Suddenly, she was shaking in fear. She reached over and held onto Sam's arm. She slid over closer to him, and focused on his shoulder rather than the waves.
Sam, assuming this was a romantic gesture, kept his hand underwater, but slid it over until it made contact with Jean's thigh. He slowly slid his hand down her leg under the surface. He dragged his hand back up to her thigh, and rolled over, hoping for a kiss next. He smiled and looked into her eyes, seeing that she was scared nearly to the point of panic. This wasn’t the time.
”What is it?" He asked. He stood up immediately and reached down, helping Jean to her feet. She put her arms around him, still shaking.
"There's more to you not being able to swim than just not getting around to it, isn't there?" He asked.
Starting to sob now, Jean nodded into his shoulder. She couldn’t even look at the waves now. "Yes, when I was five," was all she could get out.
He took her by the shoulder and pushed her away gently, "Hey, you're a big girl now. Whatever happened in the past, it's in the past. Let's not talk about it now. I kept you safe once today, right?"
She smiled at him, bravely.
He continued, soothing as if he were talking to a frightened child, “And I will again if needed, but don't worry about that, we won't be doing anything where I need to save you. We'll both be in total control today. I promise. I didn't realize you were so afraid. Now I think what we were doing is even more important. Let's sit back down where we know how shallow the water is and just relax a bit. Is that OK?"
Jean didn't like it, but she was serious about learning to swim. She totally understood that she was being irrational about her fear, but that didn't make it any easier to conquer. They both sat down again. At first, Jean held on to Sam's strong bicep as if her life depended on it.
As she started to acclimate a bit, she told her story, "When I was five, I watched our next door neighbor drown in their pool. I was in the backyard playing with my new puppy, and she came outside. She was the same age as me. We'd both been told never to go into her pool without an adult around, but this time she was alone. She walked right over to the pool and jumped in. I think she was showing off for me. I didn't know she was going to do it, or I'd have yelled for her to stop. Anyway, she jumped into the deep end. After a minute or two, I realized she wasn't coming up, and went inside to tell my grandmother. Grandma was in the bathroom doing laundry and wouldn't listen. By the time I made her understand, it was too late." She looked like she might cry again. "She was only five. Her parents moved away just a few weeks later."
Sam listened silently, taking it all in. He'd heard plenty of stories like that during training. Unsupervised kids were the worst, regardless of whether you were guarding the pool or the ocean. He replied in the same soothing voice, putting his hand on her shoulder this time. ”There’s nothing more you could have done. If you'd gone over to help her, you could very easily have wound up dead too. It sounds terrible, but that sort of accident happens all the time. Drowning is one of the leading killers of small children."
Jean had obviously thought all this through many times before, and knew it already. Logic was in her mind, but these waves were real. She stopped talking and just sat back in the waves. She'd gotten used to the temperature, and now the only sensation was the water breaking against her belly. Becoming a little more confident, or maybe just being daring, she leaned back a little, resting on her elbows instead of the palms of her hands. Now the waves started breaking against the bottoms of her breasts, and the sensation went from one of relaxing pulsing to a more erotic massage. She held the position, and started to enjoy it.
Sam reached over and put his hand on Jean’s belly, and patted it reassuringly. He rolled over on one elbow, leaning over Jean’s supine form. He hesitated a moment so she could get an idea of what was coming, then leaned in a little more and kissed her on the cheek. She turned her head to face him more directly, and he kissed her again, this time full on the lips.
Sam glanced down at the rest of her. She was gorgeous there, lying in the sun with the water running up over her breasts, cleavage, and occasionally, her shoulders. Whenever a wave touched them, she'd take in a big gasp of breath. Sam watched those breasts rise and fall in the waves.
She looked at him from her reclined position and said; "I felt your hand on my leg earlier. I kind of freaked out at that point, but it was the water, not your roaming hands."
Sam nodded, understanding that to be a signal to continue.
Sam looked at Jean longingly. This girl, whom he’d never met until the accident this morning was laying here, vulnerable and more than a little terrified of her surroundings. Although he knew she was in no danger, as far as she knew, she was trusting him with her life for the second time today. That kind of trust and responsibility really meant a lot to Sam.
He started to feel attracted to this girl, and it was more than the physical attraction that he usually felt towards girls on the beach. He hadn’t even noticed Jean’s looks this morning, but right now, he was more attracted to her than any girl he’d even been with.
Sam smiled and pushed himself up onto his knees. The waves were breaking behind him, and occasionally running up his back, but his face was toward Jean. He again placed his hand on her leg, near the knee this time, and his hand started exploring the length of it. She had great smooth skin, and he hadn't noticed until this afternoon that her tan was dark and even as well.
He slid down a little bit and ran his hand down to her ankle. It was small and smooth, and Sam was careful to feel the contours. He lifted her foot out of the water a few inches. Jean gasped, thinking he might be trying to dunk her or something. He wasn't: he raised it a couple inches out of the water and kissed the top of her foot. Jean blushed and laughed out loud. "You are a romantic, aren't you?" When he released her foot, she put it down and raised the other one. "Here you go, part two!"
Sam kissed the foot and set it back down under the water. He looked up at Jean. She saw him take a couple of deep breaths, hold one and put his head down under the water. The next thing she knew, she could feel him nibbling at her foot and leg under the water, like a fish. His back and torso was up out of the water, but he was bent way down under the water, chewing her like a dog playing with a bone.
Once the initial confusion passed, Jean just couldn't stop giggling. Sam moved up slowly, inch by inch. He got her calf, her knee, her thigh, her hip, her belly, then he raised his head out of the water and kissed the area between her breasts. He continued on up and planted another squarely on her lips. This was a slow and gently passionate kiss. That one took all the whimsy out of the ones that came before. He was quite serious about all this.
Jean, not as steady as she would have liked, raised one arm out of the water and stroked Sam's face and dripping wet hair. He was almost laying on top of her, and it was all she could do to keep his weight from pushing her down. Still, she couldn't take her eyes off Sam. His wet skin glistened in the reflected summer light as water droplets rolled down his chest and arms.
She reached up, put her hand on the back of Sam's head, and pulled him back down for another prolonged kiss. Sam kissed her on the lips as he had before, and kissed her on the chin, and started to go for the beasts again, but stopped when he felt Jean's hand between his legs.
"That is huge!" She felt his erection under the waves. The water didn't seem to have any kind of dampening effect on his swollen cock. Her hand shifted, and in a flash it was inside his swimsuit, cupping his balls and rubbing his shaft.
Sam shuddered. "That feels aw
esome, but let's hold off until we're done with the actual lesson. I want to enjoy you like that, but we are here for an important reason; let's get business out of the way first." Sam started to stand up, wondering exactly why he hadn’t taken full advantage of the situation, and hoping he didn’t come to regret taking care of business first.
They both stood up and walked slowly out a little farther until they were in waist-deep water. The waves were only a little higher here, but Sam noticed how cautiously Jean took every step.
Sam thought they were far enough out for now. "See how deep the water is? You can easily touch bottom and stand up here. The bottom is pretty flat, so you aren't going to step into any holes or anything." Jean's face relaxed; that had been bothering her as she walked. Sam continued, "Let's work on your floating."
He put his hand on her ass, and another on her back. "Now lay back. I'll hold you up. It takes a little trust, but I won't drop you, I promise."
She put her hand on Sam’s shoulder to steady herself but then slowly laid back. When Sam lifted her off her feet, she got a panicked look in her eyes for half a second, but got herself under control quickly. She went limp and let Sam do what he wanted with her. He laid her back in the water horizontally. He was holding her up; from above the water, she appeared to be laying on the surface.
He explained, “Now, go rigid, push your arms and legs straight out and keep them stiff and straight. Good!" Now I'm going to lower you a bit. As you float, I might lower my arms enough that you can't feel them anymore. I'm still right there beneath you though."
And they worked on this for a few minutes. It didn't take long until Sam was standing there with his arms to his sides, and Jean was floating there on her back in the waves, bobbing up and down. She had a big smile on her face, pleased at her progress. Eventually, she bent at the waist and got herself able to stand up. Sam was thankful the waves were so slight today.
"Think that's enough for today?” Sam didn’t want to rush her.
"No, I want more! Floating is fun, but there's more to it than that."
"We could work on dog paddling. That's as close to real swimming as I think we can do today."
"Yes, let's do that then.” She sounded almost enthusiastic. Sam couldn’t tell if she really wanted to swim more or if this was just an excuse to be with him. He didn’t really care which it was, since both worked out well for him.
"OK. We'll take it step-by-step, but here's what you're going to learn." He took a couple of steps into deeper water and leaned forward in the water. Jean watched Sam as he dog-paddled around a bit. Finally, he stood back up. "Dog paddling is easy to learn. It's not the most efficient way of swimming, but it's quick and good enough if you're only interested in safety."
He had her float on her back again, but this time he put his arm under her and rolled her over onto her belly. He had one arm under her chest, while the other supported her hips. Her neck was bent way back, as she struggled to keep her head out of the water. Her arms were already naturally paddling at the water as she struggled to keep her head up. "See? You're almost doing on your own already!” Sam tried hard not to think about where his hands were positioned.
He explained how Jean should move her arms and legs, and then when she got the movements correct with him holding her there, he lowered her slowly into the water. At first she had difficulty getting her head up enough to breathe, but she quickly got a rhythm down that allowed her to move in a straight line. She still had a little problem when the waves broke when she was trying to breathe, but she learned to time her breaths so that wouldn't be an issue. Sam smiled; she was either a fast learner, or he was a great teacher.
Finally, she stood up right in front of Sam. She stretched her arms back behind her back, thrusting her dripping breasts out directly at Sam.
Sam raised his arms and wrapped them around Jean, pulling her in tight and close. They kissed, slowly and without hesitation. Sam rubbed his hands down the bare skin of Jean's back and arms, while she had her palms against his chest, feeling the muscles and definition there.
"Come with me," Sam took Jean by the hand and led her into deeper water. Now it was almost up to their shoulders. This new depth made Jean a little uncomfortable, but with her newly learned skills, she was able to control the fear. Rather than another lesson, Sam had something else in mind.
He put both hands under the water and Jean quickly figured out that he was removing his bathing suit. She smiled and reached behind her, untying hers from the back and peeling it off. They were both standing there before each other, naked. They were far enough from shore and deep enough in the water that anyone walking the beach couldn't see a thing. Neither of them could really see anything either, but the knowledge that they were nude excited both of them.
Sam handed his suit to Jean and dove under the water. He was under a long time, but eventually surfaced again carrying a large rock in one hand. He took their swimsuits and dove under again. When he came up, his hands were empty. "I weighted our suits down under the rock, so they don't wash away or get lost. Now we can be totally hands-free."
"I know what to do with my hands," Jean explained. She approached him, and put both hands on his chest again, but this time, slowly worked them down lower and lower until they touched his rock-solid dick. It wasn't exceptionally long, but it was solid and hard, and she liked the feel of it in her hands. She used one arm to pull him in closer, and the other hand to position his dick inside her.
Sam put his hands on her hips and pulled her in tighter. Then he released her, and then pulled again. They were just standing there fucking in the waves. Jean put her head on his shoulder, lips touching the salty wetness that was breaking over his shoulders and neck. The waves still hadn't picked up any, but the further out they got, the higher the waves were. Jean didn’t seem to notice the waves or the water now, as she was busy paying attention to Sam.
He thrusted, and she bucked. Not a word was spoken. Several times, Sam's penis bumped against Jean's clitoris. With the waves beating on them it was more a matter of luck than skill, but it was building up within her. She fought to extend their lovemaking time, but it was getting too intense. She was close to an orgasm, but they’d only been at it a minute or two. She thought it was the excitement of being in the water.
Sam was having a great time, but he clearly wasn't ready yet. Jean shrieked all of a sudden, threw her head backwards and let it all out. She clenched her legs together, holding on to Sam's dick for dear life. She bucked a few more times, and then the ecstasy started to fade. She relaxed and slumped in Sam's arms.
Sam, on the other hand, wasn't done. "Float on your back the way I showed you," he said. It wasn't a request. She did as he ordered. She straightened and stiffened her arms and legs and the laid back in the water. Sam grabbed Jean's ankles and pulled her back into slightly shallower water. When he was done pulling her, she was floating at just about his waist height.
He pulled her legs to get her into alignment with him, and then put both hands on her hips and pulled her in. He penetrated her while she lay back and he stood there, essentially entering from below. He started pumping his hips back and forth, thrusting and gyrating his own body, while using his hands to push and pull on Jean's hips.
With all the motion, it was all Jean could do to keep her face out of the water. She wasn't especially nervous about it, but Sam looked a little preoccupied right now. He had his eyes closed and his head tilted back, looking straight up. If she were drowning right now, he'd never notice.
As the waves broke over her breasts, water would occasionally splash into her nose and mouth. Usually she could catch it in her mouth and spit it out, but she was also swallowing more than she really thought was good for her. Still, she kept her arms outstretched and legs straight as he had taught her. Her long brown hair floated in the water behind her like a jellyfish.
He slid his hands over her thighs and waist. He was careful not to push her down, but he didn't help her any either. She was trying to stay
still, but her arms were instinctively flailing beneath her. Her struggles turned him on even more, and her gyrations only increased the pleasure she was giving him. His dick slid in and out, the only lubricant being the natural salty ocean water.
The roughness of her pussy was rubbing hard against his cock. He rubbed the ring of his circumcision scar around and around her vagina. Occasionally he would brush her clitoris again, which caused her to stiffen up and moan, but for the most part, this time was his turn.
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