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    "I used to do this when I was a kid," he called back over his shoulder. "It was fun to confuse the hell out of people because it looked like I was walking on water."
    just then, he emerged up out of the waves, suddenly standing only ankle deep, even
    though he was at least twenty yards off the beach. Indeed, it gave the impression he was standing on the ocean's surface. He flashed an unmistakably boyish grin, confiding, "It's kind of cool even when no one's around. Come on," he added, motioning her toward him from where she still stood watching at the water's edge. "I'm lonely out here."
    Ah, hell. Even with his shorts rolled up and acting like a little boy, he was beyond
    tempting. And she couldn't resist. If Brandon wanted to hang out on a sandbar with her
    for a little while, who was she to argue? Besides, she wanted to be fun, lighthearted— not sensible. If the dress got ruined, the dress got ruined. The memory would last much
    longer than the dress anyway.
    "You don't have to get in too deep," he assured her as she took the first tentative steps toward him in the surf. "Just go where you see the smoothest water—that's the shallowest path."
    Wendy followed his instructions, using both hands to raise her dress around her thighs as she waded deeper. For some reason, as the water rose higher on her legs, she got wetter in her panties.
    When she realized she'd made a bad move at some point and, even though she was
    hearing the sandbar was also officially going deeper into the water rather than higher, she looked up at Brandon and said, "What now?"
    And as he studied her in the moonlight, his eyes changed, his expression going suddenly
    darker. She couldn't help imagining what she looked like holding the skirt of her slinky dress up nearly to her crotch.
    His smile had faded completely. "What's now is—you wait there and don't move a
    muscle because here I come."
    His answer confused her. "What?"
    But now Brandon was easing toward her through the shallow water, trying to find the
    easiest path himself without going deeper, and by walking in a sort of half-circle through the ocean he reached her without getting any more immersed. Peering into her eyes as he
    finally reached her and stepped up close, he said, "I must be fucking crazy, screwing around with sandbars when maybe... I can be screwing you instead."
    Any other time, any other guy, and Wendy would have found the sentiment crude, but
    Brandon's lustful expression turned the words hot and increased her arousal tenfold. Her nipples rubbed against the fabric of her dress, hard as granite, and her swollen cunt felt oh-so-ready for attention.
    "Follow me, honey," he said, his voice still deep and seductive, and she let him take one of her hands, still using the other to keep her dress hiked high, as he led her back to shore.
    At the water's edge, he turned toward her, bringing their bodies agonizingly close without touching. Then his hands rose to her face and he brought his mouth down on hers. It
    wasn't a hard kiss, yet it was firm and controlling— mmm, yes, he was dearly a man who knew how to seduce.
    The second his tongue pressed at her lips, she parted them and met it with her own. Her
    arms circled his neck as his palms curved over her hips, pulling her to him. Oh God, he
    was completely erect now, his erection pressing intently at her lit—and she felt it
    everywhere, her whole body tensing with a thrill of hot, rigid pleasure. She kissed him harder, instinctively, and his hands dropped to her ass, molding, squeezing.
    And just like back on the dance floor, she waited for something to happen, some odd
    feeling of revulsion, or just plain wrongness, because she'd never slept with a stranger before— she'd never even made out with a stranger at a party or anything like that; her
    life simply hadn't gone that way. Hell, she'd never thought of herself as prim, but maybe her actions didn't always reflect the woman she was inside. Maybe she'd let fear