So what? he sneered silently. That dry cunt! She just didn't know how to turn me on anymore. Dried up old cunt. He'd show her!
Hank was still smoldering under the bitter memories of the last days of his marriage when he decided to test the water. Maybe the ocean would wash away those bitter memories and turn his mind back again to more pleasant pursuits.
He stripped the towel off of the air mattress and carefully replaced it on the sand to mark the small portion of it he had reserved for himself early that morning.
Lugging the air mattress under his arm, he sloughed through the sand and into the ocean. The water was pleasantly cool. Not cold, not warm, but just right. Hank dunked himself into it and felt refreshed. He pushed the air mattress out, walking behind it, until the water was up to his chest.
The water was filled with bathers, and he had to thread his way carefully through them. Where it was deeper, the crowd thinned. Most people really didn't swim, so the deeper waters were more private, as if belonging only to that select group who had either mastered the art, or were not afraid to float in deep water, trusting only to an air mattress for their support.
It took a little scrambling, but Hank finally managed to get himself comfortably aboard and he stretched out full length on his one man raft.
Once firmly ensconced on the mattress, feeling secure in the distribution of his weight, Hank, lying on his belly, began paddling the mattress and himself seaward. Once he was out beyond the fringe of swimmers, but not yet in the domain of the boats, he planned to close his eyes and drift lazily back to shore on the gentle rocking of the shore bound tide.
The further out he paddled, the further behind he left his cares and troubles. It was a beautiful day. The sky was clear, the water was dear and calm. It was great!
He was just about to relax and let off paddling when his mattress gave a lurch and almost dumped him into the sea! "What the hell!" he cried out loud as he quickly made the motions necessary to stabilize the mattress underneath him.
"What are YOU, some kind of a Goddamned idiot?" a female voice yelled back at him from what seemed like the depths of the ocean.
Right smack in front of him, having just bobbed out from underneath his air mattress, was a female head sticking out of the water.
"What are you doing there?" Hank asked dumbly, not being able to think of anything else to say.
"What the hell do you think I'm doing out here, pounding a typewriter?" the mysterious female answered acidly. "If you'd been looking where you were going, you'd have seen that I was swimming out here, that's what, you… you water hog!"
Hank was fascinated by her. Her long brown hair floated loosely in the water, swirling around her lovely face. A face made even more lovely by her anger. Her luminous dark eyes seemed as big as saucers. And they were deep, so deep Hank thought he could fall into them and never reach the bottom.
For all her yelling, the girl had apparently swallowed a lot of water, and between her up-braidings she was sputtering and spitting it out.
"Hey, I'm sorry." Hank said in a friendly bantering way. "You're right, I wasn't watching where I was going, but then I wasn't expecting to run into any mermaids, either."
The girl was in no mood for jokes. "I'm no Goddamned mermaid!" she sputtered angrily.
Hank ignored the last remark, realizing that she was in a little trouble. He extended his hand out to her.
"Here, take my hand," he offered. "Grab a hold of the mattress until you've gotten your breath back."
The girl shot him a withering look.
"I said I'm sorry," he told her, "and I really am."
The girl was still coughing, so, apparently thinking it best, she grabbed his outstretched hand and let him pull her toward the float. She grabbed onto the float with both hands, then stretched out on her back in the water. Her body, from under the knot that held the top of her bikini together, was under the float.
As she executed the maneuver, Hank had a bird's eye view of her shoulders and lovely boobs emerging from the water. They were large boobs, round, and it seemed that only the nipples were covered by the scanty bikini top. From where he was, it looked to Hank as though the horizon consisted only of two great white globes, floating on the water. It was beautiful. And they were set so close together, he could have rammed his rod right between them with maximum friction.
The girl recovered her breath, and then, without another word, she loosed her grip on the float and back-paddled off towards shore. Hank watched silently as the boobs floated out of view.
With a sigh, he closed his eyes. Needless to say, it wasn't long before he was back in his dream world again… reworking the latest event to his own satisfaction.
Hank had no idea of how long he had been asleep when he was wakened by the feeling of someone nibbling on his ear and by the sound of a soft, throaty female voice saying, "Hello, handsome."
Hank was immediately interested and tried to turn over on the mattress to see where the voice was coming from. It was then that he was aware of a weight pressing down on the full length of his body. He reached a hand around to see if he could feel what it was that was pressing down on him, and grabbed a handful of curvy female ass.
"What the hell?" he said out loud.
"Now is that any way to talk to a lady?" the lush voice asked.
"What are you doing on top of me?" Hank asked, shaking his head and trying to clear the cobwebs of sleep from it. "How did you get up there?"
"Simple," was the reply. "I saw your gorgeous form floating all by itself out here, so I just swam out, and shinnied up from the rear. You don't mind, do you?" she asked, playfully running her finger around the rim of his left ear.
He started to loosen his grip on her ass, thinking to brush away her hand from his ear, but she protested.
"Ooow, don't take your hand away, it feels sooo good!" she pouted.
Hank was really in a state of shock. This had never happened to him before, and it took him a moment to get his bearings. He looked toward the beach. It was empty. There was no one in the water either. It was just the two of them. The two of them on his air mattress, floating around piggy back in ten feet of water.
"Unnngh, what do you want?" Hank finally managed to ask.
"Boy, you are dumb!" the girl exclaimed. "Well, if I have to spell it out…" she lowered her voice to the throaty whisper again, "I thought maybe you'd like to, uhh, have a little fun?" And with that, Hank felt a hand trailing up the inside of his left leg till it reached his crotch. There the hand stopped, reached under his crotch, caressed his balls and moved up through the crack of his ass.
Hank's prick jumped, pushing hard against his tight bathing suit and the air mattress. He got the idea.
"Honey, you do that once more and some thing is going to poke a hole straight through this air mattress."
"Tsk," came the response. "Then maybe we'd better move into the water. I wouldn't want to damage anything," she whispered, putting special emphasis on the word "damage."
With that, Hank felt her slowly slide her body back off of his, lengthwise. He could feel her hot cunt sliding over his ass, feel it right through his bathing suit and hers, for he felt her suit when he reached around and grabbed her ass.
He could feel two hard, good sized tits sliding down his back. Sliding into the water, feet first, she trailed both hands down his back and straight through the crack of his ass. She really knew how to turn a guy on!
"Come on, scaredy cat," the voice floated to him from behind. "The water is fine."
Hank maneuvered himself over to his side on the raft, and for the first time got a look at his temptress. She was gorgeous. She had a long face with high cheekbones. Her mouth was wide and generous. She was laughing at him, and he could see her teeth were pearly white and even. Her eyes were dark, a perfect match to the mass of dark curls that floated around her in the water.