Dave liked what he saw. His view included a black line of crotch-hair just above the bottom part of her suit. He also saw Carl, stretched out a couple of feet past Brenda, coated with sun tan oli.
"Thank you for picking it up for me. If the breeze had caught it, I don't know what I would have done."
"That's okay. My pleasure."
"Thank you again." She lay down on her back, one knee up, legs well apart, more dark hair showing.
"Well… uh, I'd better get going. Nice to see you."
"It certainly was." Brenda winked one eye, then closed them both.
Dave, puzzled by what she meant, went back to. Marilyn. He grabbed up a towel and patted a few stray drops from his face and torso. "The water's fine, honey. You ought to try it."
"I… okay. I guess I will." She let him help her up, turning around slightly to make sure her little suit covered what it was meant to cover… It did… barely.
"Let's go." She made a little skip, run down the beach, her boobs jouncing from side to side, every man for a hundred yards staring.
Carl was one of the men. He got up when he saw Marilyn move and followed, saying be wanted to try the water. He moved along the beach, looking at the bouncing boobs and the swaying, almost naked ass.
Marilyn was several yards ahead of him and he moved quickly to close most of the distance, arriving in waist deep water just after she did.
"Ohhhh. It's nice, Dave. Oh. I like it." She dipped herself and began to swim slowly, head up to keep her hair sort of dry. "This is nice. So warm. Feels soft all around me."
Dave swam beside her.
Carl made a few powerful strokes with his arms and swam off shore of the couple, eyes right on the blonde girl, following her movements closely.
Marilyn swam a bit more, then stood on the bottom, water to her waist.
"God. Marilyn." Dave stared at his wife. Her suit had vanished. The small bits of cloth had turned transparent, clinging right over her nipples, hiding nothing at all. "Jesus. You'r naked."
"Oh!" Marilyn shrieked and crouched so the water covered her chest.
"My God. Oh, Christ." Dave looked around. There was several people near them but nobody seemed to have noticed.
"I'll go get a towel from our stuff. On the beach." He pointed toward the shore. "Just… just stay here. I'll run. Just be a minute."
"Oh, Dave. Hurry. Hurry!" She stood with only her head showing, watching as he dove into the surf, swimming for the shore.
Carl had noticed the entire scene. He moved up beside Marilyn. "Nice day."
"Oh!" She jumped. "Oh, uh… yes it is. Nice." She did not look at him, just hunched lower in the water.
"Sure is pretty around here. Lots of nice scenery." Carl moved closer, almost touching her with his leg.
"Yes. It's nice."
"I like it a lot." Carl moved around in front of her.
"So do I… so do we. I'm here with my husband."
"On a honeymoon?"
"Yes. Yes, our honeymoon?"
"That's nice." He moved a step closer.
Marilyn moved a step back, lost her footing and leaped up suddenly, her whole body visible to the man. His hands shot out, caught her low on the sides and held her. Held her very close.
"You've got, to be careful. Sometimes the currents can get tricky." He held her so her boobs showed above the surface, his eyes hungrily devouring them.
"I… I guess you're right." Marilyn tried to duck away but he held her firmly, his chest almost on her tits.
"There are sharks in these waters sometimes, too." His chest touched her tits, pressing them lightly.
"Please… I… uh…" She squirmed to get out of his grasp.
"I am just trying to help. To make sure you don't fall." Under water, his crotch pressed to hers. He held it there.
"Please don't. My… my husband… he'll be right here. Any second now. Please. Please let go of me." She jerked loose from one arm.
"There, you see. You almost fell again." He drew her to him, touching her from belly to feet with his legs and crotch.
"Please, please." She thrashed against him but he held her firmly, both hands right on her butt. "Don't…"
Carl let her feel the hard bulge in his trunks. "No. No!" Panic raced through her.
A sudden wave washed over them. Marilyn went down, feet swept away. The man was with her, on her. His mouth took a kiss as they fell into the deeper water, his hips moving between her legs. He held her down, right on the sandy floor of the ocean and pressed against her pussy with his hips, driving the rigid swelling in his trunks into her, tearing the delicate fabric that clung over her match. Both of his hands tore at her breasts. The fabric gave and his fingers were at her bare flesh.
Marilyn was drowning. She struggled free, thrashing to the surface.
"Help!" Her voice cut through the air. The man's fingers groped into her cunt. "Help! Help!" The hand left her. She was alone in the water, screaming. Men came running, crashing into the waves. One man reached her, scooped her into his arms and carried her naked body to the beach.
Dave ran to his wife, flying down the beach when he recognized her voice. "Marilyn! Marilyn!" He flung himself to her. "Marilyn! My God. What happened?"
"She must have gone under. Started to drown," said the man who had carried her out of the water. "Maybe got a cramp or something."
"No. No. He tried to… rape me. Oh, God. Dave."
"Rape you? Who? What the hell?" He leaped up.
"Not me, buddy." The rescuer took a step back. "I just hauled her out. Heard the yelling and saw her put there all alone and went after her."
"No. No, Dave. Not him. The other man."
"What man? Where? Where is he? I'll kill the son of a bitch!" Dave looked around, fists ready.
"She was alone out there, man. I couldn't see anybody near her at all," the rescuer said.
"Oh, God." Marilyn huddled on the wet sand, trying to hide her nakedness.
"Hey. Hey, has anybody got a towel or something?" Dave looked around.
"Here. Here, use this." Brenda pushed through the small crowd, a beach towel spread between her hands. She draped it over Marilyn and helped the girl to cover herself.
"Oh, thank you. Thank you so much." Marilyn drew the striped cloth closely around her body.
"That's okay, honey," Brenda said softly, "we'll take care of you. It'll be all right now. Everything will be fine." She crouched beside the whimpering figure and put a comforting arm around her shoulders, eyes on Dave's crotch. "I'll take you back to your room now. You just lie down for a while. It'll be all right…"
"Somebody tried to rape her," Dave said.
"She needs some rest and quiet," Brenda said, helping the girl to get up. "Some sleep. Maybe a good stiff drink, too."
"I… uh, yeah. Thanks… uh…"
"Brenda," she said smiling. "I'm in the room next to yours. I saw you coming out earlier." She led Marilyn up the beach.
Dave followed close beside his wife, one arm supporting her as they moved toward the room.
"I'm going to call the cops. That motherfucker's going to jail. Forever!"
"No," Marilyn said. "No, Dave. No cops."
"But why not? What the hell? He tried to rape you."
"I know. But they, they'd ask questions. About… why I was naked out there. What I did to… to make him approach me… I don't want to see them. And he didn't… hurt me. Just scared me."
"Who was it? Who?"
"I don't know. He was tall. Very tall. And strong. And dark. Black hair… and that's all."
"But… what was he wearing?"
"Just… just a swim suit. Dark green… or dark brown, maybe. I can't tell. It was underwater and all happened so fast."
"I… okay," Dave said. "But if you see him, just tell me. I'll kill the bastard. I swear it."
"He's probably gone by now," Brenda said.