The way back was less of a problem. The dress was cut mid-thigh. No one could ignore the nakedness of her little pussy anymore. I let her walk a few meters ahead of me to admire her nakedness, silhouetted in the sun through her light clothing. I wore my swim shorts and a T-shirt. The top of her dress hugged her breasts, revealing their roundness through the sheer fabric, with her nipples poking out, stimulated by the damp fabric and the cooling breeze. She said to me,
“Give me a few moments and come find me.”
I continued my shower to remove the salt that had settled on my body, my mast straightened and raised. Sylvie felt a little embarrassed to be nearly naked in front of hundreds of spectators. Involuntary exhibition, but how subject to foreplay. It’s a really rough place, even if the sea is calm. It had become so erotic that it could give a Senegalese regiment a hard-on. Her small triangle at the crotch perfectly outlined her pussy.
