Sylvie was very beautiful: 5’8″, 110 lbs., long legs, and a small chest (32 B). Her dress was still damp, but it looked okay. As soon as the door was pushed open, she said:
“Drop everything, close the door, and join me!”
She guided me to the bathroom. Her dress became translucent again. Obviously, we didn’t escape attention. After getting off the boat, we had to walk 2 km to get home. The wind had picked up during the day and the sea had gotten rough, but we had to get back. The boat was sinking into the water, the spray washing over the cabin and crashing onto the aft deck, soaking us to the skin. She threw her arms around my neck, I dropped the packages I was carrying, and we shared a long kiss. Most of the day was spent swimming in the clear waters and having a picnic on the beach. Her dress accentuated her curves. After a few sucks on his miniature penis, she stiffened with uncontrollable pleasure. She was practically naked. Her dress became translucent again. We boarded the boat and I suggested we sit at the back, where, normally, there’s less movement, and especially not in the cabin where the lack of air could make her sick.
