104 Day off 4/??

Hora then puts her backpack on and bought a ticket for the changing room. I, her excited boyfriend, then went to the nearby surf shop and started ransacking the shelves.

'Should I buy a three-quarter pants? No! I'll look to conservative.'

'How about this pair of boxers? No way it's too colorful and showy.

Finally I just decide to purchase a simple black pair of swimming trunks. I get changed in the stores changing room and purchase it immediately.

Holding my clothes in my bag I head back two the little area which we had cordoned off. Along the way I greet a few woman who are dazed while looking at my esteem figure.

Can't blame them, even gods drool at the sight of Aphrodite.

Broad shoulders, slim waist and well defined legs. I'm the definition of a swimmers body.

Not long after, while I'm still reveling in my ego, Hora walks out of the changing room. She is a wearing a conservative black and white swimsuit. While the top is a white rash-vesh which even covers her neck and the bottom is a knee high swim shorts.

The first thought that came to mind was. ' NO JAM!' (Literal translation not fun'

She had tied her hair into a ponytail which was convenient for swimming. Her beautiful figure was still somewhat outlined by the swimsuit caused my mind to enter it's wicked mode once more.

As Hora made her way towards the base area, the shy expression on her face made me dizzy.

I guess even the goddess couldn't help but admire my body, I think proudly as a smile creeps onto my face.

I wanted to grab her right then and there, rushing to the water. But 'momrene' made her appearance which forced us to be fully covered in sunscreen. Seeing how I was struggling with my back she offered to help and I did the same in return.

I promise, there was no sexual harassment. Sure her milky white skin was soft as silk to touch and the cooling lotion against her warm back was titillating. I managed to control myself. This time.

Momrene then proceeds to pack our belongings neatly, looking satisfied and appreciative of her work. Not giving her time to process I grab her hand and shout " Lets go!"

Pulling her along into the water. The reason I'm in such a rush is because only in the sea will my girlfriend be safe from other observers dirtying eyes.

The waves touches our leg and surprising coldness startles us for a bit. I hold onto Hora and ask, "Are you warmed up yet? Be careful of the waves"

She nods and answers back, "Yes, I warmed up in the changing room."

This orderly girlfriend of mine sure makes a man feel pressured. Murmuring, "Then wait for me to warm up"

Standing in the shallow waters with both arms on my hips, turning my head into all four directors. I begin getting loose.

The surrounding tourists , who were playing on the sand, swimming in the sea, or lying on the beach. All unconsciously began to pay attention to tall, good-looking young man with an excellent figure.

After a few minutes the show was over, and the feast for the eyes concludes by me diving against the tide for a few metres before emerging from the water.

Shaking my hair with one of my hands. I shout toward Hora, who is still only wetting her feet in the shallow waters, "Come over here, I'll help you swim!"

Her face scrunches up and she pulls a grimace before taking several steps into the sea and swims towards me.

Rather expectedly at this point, (She did grow up near the sea) in a near perfect butterfly stroke. Her shoulders from a beautiful arc in the clear blue waters and a glittering translucent spray begins to spreading around her body.

When she reaches me, she gives me a defiant look of challenge and before swimming freestyle towards the deep.

While I am in awe of her, I'm not one to be outdone so I follow her immediately.

Unknowingly and subconsciously we begin a show of oneupmanship and start racing. She pulls ahead. I catch up. I pull ahead. She catches up. And the cycle repeats itself until we are near the shark net.

Laughing I turn to her, and notice that we are the only ones this deep, "We might have swim too far"

She's a little tired after our battle and seeing me so full of energy only annoys her further, "I can't swim any longer. You push me back" she says.

Not one to let such a glorious opportunity pass me by , I try to embrace her slim waist only to find my hand cruelly patted away, "I can hold onto you myself" and she puts her arms on my shoulders.

Since I could do nothing but acquiesce to her demands, I swim back to the beach with great effort. Like an ox pulling a cart.

What a sad fate!