The day was cold and even more so inside the store. The girl's nipples poked at your head for long intervals. You were in heaven, but felt
something wrong, "I am on her breasts," You thought, "But she should be out, swimming, under the sun." You realized that you no
longer just needed the breasts but the breasts and the sun. "You should go out!" You screamed.
As the day neared the evening, the weather started to get increasingly hot to the point that the poor girl was sweating. Soon, the girl's
shift was over and she went back to the bathroom to change, "No!" You screamed, "I need to be here! You need to be out!", she started
to take off her top when she said out loud, caressing your left cup.
"It's been a hot day," She said, "And I am already wearing a bikini. Maybe if I take you for a swim for a while nobody'll notice."
"Oh! Yes!" You scream, "Breasts in water, please... NOW!"
She puts on her top again and sneaks out of the store and goes to a local pool.
She arrives and steps out of her clothes to reveal a matching set of bikini top and bottom. The sun is on you "skin". "Yes! Sun...
breasts...!" You are overjoyed, you are aroused, your mind starts to cloud as she slips into the water.
She swims back and forth, back and forth; the water gliding inside and outside of you, caressing your body and the breasts you hold.
"Perfect water... breasts... nipples," You think. You get drunk on pleasure.
Your mind comes back to attention as she leaves the water, the last sun rays heating your fabric, water dribbling out of you, "Sun...
water..." You think.
She puts on her top and walks out of the pool.