I explained that I was neither a camper nor a kayaker but she had her answers ready.
She worked her way around the members of the fleet, spending some time near each person. I guessed she was chatting with them and checking on them. She seemed, though, to avoid me. I wondered what Tara had told her about me. Did, I asked myself, she feel sorry for me, the dumped boyfriend? Or perhaps she was grudgingly taking me off Tara and Clive's hands for a couple of days. I grew anxious that Tara had called me a sleaze and I regretted watching her around the apartment.
By mid-afternoon, when Amy guided us into a little bay, I had worked myself into such a state I couldn't look her in the face. After the tents were set I took my thoughts for a long walk.
It was approaching dusk as I made my way back. As I rounded the rocky headland to the bay I saw the sun flash against something bronze in the water. I took a second look and realized it was Amy's arms flashing out of the water as she swam. She was moving through the water so smoothly I stood in the shadows and watched her.
After about ten minutes she swam towards me. If I moved then, I thought, it would seem that I'd been spying on her so I waited. She reached the shallows and stood in the waist-deep water. For the first time I saw she was naked. The sun behind me shone directly on her. Her black hair hung slick against her head and to a little below her shoulders.
My eyes traveled down her body to her breasts. They didn't seem big or small but perhaps because of her small frame, seemed to be perfectly molded to her body. She walked towards me and they swayed about her ample nipples. I felt myself grow hard as she came closer then her sex was above the water. Her pubic hair was sparse. I could clearly see her lips and even the petals inside extend beyond her slit.
She was standing about six feet from me when she spoke. "Tara said you don't like Asian girls. I don't think that's true."
I couldn't disagree.
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