LLP-108 The Underground Model by Jean Sifton ... - OpenDrive

eaking the surface and sticking upwards towards the late afternoon sky.
Through the clear salt water, she could see the darkened v-patch of her pubic mound, with the tiny hairs
trailing out from her body in all directions. She arched her back and thrust her stomach up to make her
crotch appear above the water, secretly delighted at watching the soft dark pubic hair cling wetly to the
fleshy mound between her loins.
Patricia lazily spread her legs, stretching out her arms at the same time to form a star-fish shape. She let
her head fall loosely back, and closing her eyes tightly against the glare of the sun, listened to the faint
swish of the sea as it lapped onto the sand about 50 yards away.
Suddenly, without warning, she sensed another body in the water not far away from her. Her animal
instincts had sensed the faint ripple of water that crossed the natural pattern of the gently flowing waves,
and she opened her eyes at once, trying to spot the intruder.
Patricia swiftly turned over, and treading the water with her long, graceful legs, squinted around her
through the glare of the water's reflections to get a full view around her, but no one was there. And yet
she was sure she had noticed movement of some kind. She tensed her body as the horrible thought
passed through her mind that possibly sharks could be in the area, for she had read about their presence
on the coast and how they were capable of attacking a helpless swimmer without warning.
It was at that moment when Mark Saunders broke through the surface of the sea only inches from her
nude body, a broad boyish grin on his lips, his white even teeth dazzling in the sun. Patricia scooted back
and cried out in alarm, too astonished by his sudden presence to think of what to do next. Mark, on the
other hand, seemed completely relaxed and unembarrassed, treading the water and nodding his head
pleasantly at her.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to frighten you!" He peered at her more closely, drinking in the beauty
of her glistening hair and skin. "I didn't expect to find anyone out here so late in the day," he continued,
"but the water's wonderful isn't it?"
Patricia stared back at him, still speechless with surprise. The swimmer next to her was handsome and
very powerfully built, and his sandy colored hair still managed to curl slightly, in spite of the wetness. She
could see the animal strength of his thick-muscled arms, now glinting water droplets that clung to the
thick curling dark hair on his chest. She shivered and tried to avoid his frank stare, for she could already
feel her resistance siphoning out of her body and a hot burning coal starting to smolder in the pit of her
womb. They were only a few inches from each other and the thought of his maleness-his complete
animal attraction-in such close proximity to her unprotected sex made the blood rush to her head.
"What's your name," he persisted, "I'm Mark Saunders, I have a small summer cottage just over there,"
he said, pointing to a small cluster of trees on the horizon.
Patricia told him, trying unsuccessfully to hide her embarrassment. "Look ..." the words were rushing
out of her, spilling from her lips with mounting panic. "I don't have anything on ... I left my swimsuit at the
motel ..."
He threw his head back and laughed a slow, wonderful, natural laugh. "Well, it looks like we're both in
the same boat," he grinned cheerfully, looking back at her again. "And I was wondering just a few
seconds ago how I was going to explain myself to you. Look, don't let it bother you. I'm not
embarrassed ... why should you be?" He shook the water from his hair, his earth-colored eyes ripe with
good humor, then narrowed them in sudden seriousness and locked his gaze steadily on her face.
"You're a very beautiful woman," he said in almost a whisper.