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with her dress, trying to come up with an excuse, but a smile curled on the edges of her lips.
    “Come on, let's get out of here. You ever do it before?”
    She refused to answer at first, but when I held the door open for her, the temptation was too much.
    “No, never,” she said. She started for the door. She stopped at my feet, peering up at me.
    Our eyes connected. I found myself unable to keep up my usual act. Melding into her eyes, erotic energy sparked, mingling between us. My breath hitched. I shoved the door open wider. Too weird? Where were my blindfolds when I needed them? Usually, I only needed it for sex, but she actually had me anxious and insecure, something that was new, and a little frightening, for me.
    “Thanks,” she said.
    The ocean breeze and her flowery, fruity scent mixed in one tantalizing brush against me. It left me buzzing, my head light. Gloom couldn't reach me now. I was actually excited, my adrenaline pumping like coming back from a long lifting session.
    I led the way past the pool. She eyed it as we made our way around and through the open gate, leading past the garden and into the sloping path to the beach.
    “Who needs a pool when you have an ocean at your doorstep?”
    I shrugged. “It was there when I bought it. Some people prefer one or the other. Me? I'm ocean all the way. The ocean is a lot more fun.”
    “It's been so long since I've been to the beach.” She seemed excited. Her rage had left her completely once we were outside. I imagined her running ahead, right into the water, leaving me behind. Bubbly, she remained ahead on the path, kind of steep, with rocks on the side. It was the only way down to the private area.
    “This is beautiful.”
    It helped it was a beautiful day; a calm breeze, open skies, and the call for adventure. We plodded through the sands until we came to the edge of my dock. A few boats were hitched there, and there was a tiki style cabin in the front, used as a place to drink and relax, but mainly to house equipment.
    We headed inside. She was speechless as we crossed over the sandy wooden floorboards of the bar. The walkway departed from the open section and we were in something stuffier, the storage space. I handed her a wet suit. I grabbed mine as well.
    In dismay, she held it up to her. I could tell that she wasn't impressed. She had flared hips. She had a round, plump ass, perfect for squeezing and digging my fingers into as I rammed that hot softness between her legs. Her breasts were ample as well, and I got the image of my thickness driving inside her, ramming her hard as I watched from above, adoring those bouncing breasts to my ravaging.
    Ahem, I wasn't going to fit into my suit either if I started to get hard. I shut off that side of my brain...or tried my best to.
    “There's no way,” she said, tapping her foot with a harrumph.
    “Maybe? Just try it on. They look smaller because they're tight.” With any luck, it would hardly fit her and I would see more of her glorious, shapely body. Maybe I was being a little sleazy, but I couldn't help my baser instincts around this new, alluring girl.
    Tia peered at it, but then rested it against her thighs. She waited for me to go.
    “Right. I'll get mine on in the bar. Call me when you're ready.”
    The black wetsuit fit me snugly, but it was crafted specifically for me, so I had no troubles. I hoped Tia wouldn't have any problems. I was really looking forward to an exciting afternoon with her. Jet skiing would rock her world. She seemed like the type to take right to it.
    “Done. I think,” she said. Her tone was not pleasant.
    “Great.” I rounded the corner carefully.
    She still fiddled with the zipper, but it wasn't going anywhere. Her breasts kept it air tight against her. A slight V formed down the middle, just enough to reveal an inkling of cleavage. That was the first sight that sent my cock on full alert. The next was the way the suit conformed to her body. It fit snugly. Her curves