We stared at each other. Then we each turned and began two separate conversations, each with the person we were standing near.
Peter and Sara picked up on our change in body language, and responded. In moments, Sara had turned in the pool to directly face me. In the next minute or two, we slid closer and closer until we were only inches away from each other. My c**k's hitherto unknown Naked Hot Babe Proximity Alert was screaming. I cast a glance into the water. My manhood could not have been floating more than an inch from her belly. I looked into her eyes, and she stared back into mine. Then she just barely licked her lips.
"Come on, George," Sara said loudly enough to intrude on Peter and Erika's discussion about the stars overhead, "Would you help me in the kitchen for a while?"
Pete
