Gail and I spent a week together,  then I went to watch her on the camera shoot. She said it was not much of a shoot.

She put on a little makeup, some little swimsuits. Changing was in a beach toilet. It was three changes and the last shots were her coming out of the waves.

“How about some topless?” The cameraman asked.

“No thank you.” Gail disappointed him.

“You have the figure for it, I could make you a lot of money.” 

“Is that the last outfit?” Gail asked.

“It is.” The cameraman admitted. 

“Thank you.” Gail looped her arm in mine. “Would you like to see me naked in the sea?”

“I would not say no.”

“Let's rent a boat.”

It was a small boat with a big engine. We dashed down the coast hitting the top of low waves.

“There!” Gail pointed.

I pulled back the throttle and turned towards the coast. As we entered the little bay the waves disappeared. The bay was surrounded by a cliff. I cut the motor, dropped the anchor and unfolded the ladder.

Gail stripped off and dived into the water. I followed. The water was clear. It was just too deep to stand. 

Gail swam around me. Her body traced by sunlight twisted by the gentle movement of the water. It danced over her curves.

We kissed. Our feet tangled and kicked at each other as we trod water. Water splashed over our faces.

“Do you like swimming?” Gail asked.

“I do like this, but I do wonder how comfortable the mat on the front of the boat is.”

“Do you really?”

“We should find out.”

We climbed out of the water and then over the low windscreen. The black plastic mat was soft but hot.

Her skin tasted salty. Her hair was straight and loose. Her body was firm and willing.

“Are you going to take me?”

“That depends.”

“What does it depend on?”

“You, not saying no.”

“Why would I say no?”

I traced her breasts with my finger. Then down to her belly and beyond. Her legs opened and she lay back on the mat.

“Wait,  can you get a towel? It's hot.” Gail said, referring to the mat.

I fetched both towels and spread them on the mat. I went down on her pussy, Gail opened her legs wide. Gail moaned softly. Just before she came I moved up her body and slipped into her smooth pussy. 

The boat rocked as I slipped in and out of her. As she came her celebration echoed off the cliff. She celebrated twice before I filled her.

“Give me your cream.”

Gail covered me in cream and slowly worked it in, paying particular attention to my cock.

“I don't want that burnt. Turn over.”

Gail continued to cream my body. “We must not let you burn.”

“It's a pity we did not bring a picnic.” I ventured.

“Next time.”

“That may be cold in Britain.”

“It will be hot soon.”

We were relaxing on the front of the boat. 

There was a whistle. I looked up to see a man on the cliff. Gail sat up, gathered her hat from the windscreen, covered her face and put herself on display. 

“Are you OK?”

“He will go away when he is bored.”

“I don't get bored looking at you.”

“You're just after me.”

“I am.”

“Well?”

I touched her thigh. 

Gail carefully moved her hat as she went down on all fours. I slipped in and started to fuck her under the gaze of the man on the cliff. 

Once as I pounded her she moved her hat back into position. She yelled loudly, more loudly than before.

It was hot and I was working hard, I was sweating. By the time I came I was slick with perspiration. Gail laid on her front and I was on my back besider her.

“Is he still there?” Gail asked.

“Yes. Did that turn you on?”

“It turned you on.”

“It did a bit.”

“Nice to know.”

I left the conversation there wondering how the previous half hour fitted into her quiet retiring personality that I knew.

We started back with the boat, Gail remained naked half way back.