The water was lovely and warm. So clear, so still, a greeny-blue I had only envisioned in my dreams. And here I now was, swimming about in it, feeling the sun beat down on my bare shoulders, turning them pink as I splashed about trying to keep myself afloat.

I was in the Pacific Ocean, off one of the islands in Fiji (I can't remember which one) on a guided snorkeling trip. I should really say that I was attempting to snorkel, as I was finding it difficult to remember to stay afloat and breathe normally underwater.

One of the local guides could clearly see I was struggling so he wrapped his arms around my waist meaning all I had to do was focus on what was going on underneath me; the fish and the coral as he gently pulled me through the water.

I gratefully thanked him and immersed myself in the experience, gaining more confidence and trusting the equipment that I could breathe normally and see out of the goggles without water getting in my eyes!

He had a strong grip on my waist from behind but as we were bobbing along I could feel his hands slide up to the sides of my breasts, making me breathe in sharply as his fingers slipped under the bikini top fabric and slowly coaxed my nipples to life.

Like most people, sunshine makes me horny, so I moaned gently in approval, loving how he was exposing me out in the open, my breasts now bare and glistening as the rest of the snorkeling group floated slightly ahead of us. I was at his mercy now and he knew it.

I tried to concentrate on the pretty blue starfish but I was very much aware of his hardness now pressing into my bottom and sliding up and down my covered cheeks. I pushed back onto him as one of his hands trailed down my side, over my ribs to my waistband and the other tweaked a tender erect nipple.

At this point we were falling quite far behind from the rest of the group, as they were starting to move on to look at new things, so I removed my goggles and snorkel, pulled my top up, smiled at him mischievously and swam off to catch up with them all. He followed quickly behind, knowing all the signs of slutty holidaymaker.

At the next snorkeling spot, he got more brazen, grabbing my boobs and bum at every opportunity. I'm not sure if anyone else saw him, but honestly? I didn't care, enjoying being his little play thing to show off, my desire switching off all sensible thoughts in that moment as he roughly groped me for anyone to see.

Once again people were starting to move off, and he took the opportunity to release me from my top and slip his hand into my briefs. I could feel his fat fingers exploring my flesh, over my pubic hair and pussy lips as I leant back into him, my hot ragged breath on his neck. He rolled my knickers down my thighs to my knees. This was the first time I'd ever been naked in the ocean, been exposed in this way and as he prised my pussy lips open I closed my eyes to fully enjoy the new sensations of water where there usually isn't water.

I now realised somewhere along the line he had taken his cock out of his swim trunks as I felt it in all its naked glory, grinding onto my naked bottom, very hard and large feeling as he stuffed two of his calloused fingers up my very excitable pussy, in and out, in and out. At this point, who the f*ck cares about fish? I was completely focused on the pleasure he was giving me, the rest of the group small dots in the distance, forgotten about. I squeezed my thighs together clamping him in me, allowing myself to moan as he did short sharp thrusts into my jiggling behind.

Then suddenly, without warning, he released me. I was so close to climaxing, disappointment, confusion and frustration washed over me. I'm not even sure if he had, but he grabbed me firmly by the waist again after notioning to me to pull my bikini back into place, and swam us up to be with everyone else. I looked at him puzzled. He gave me a little smile and my bottom a sly squeeze. He knew I was his.

To be continued...☺️