You’re wedged between two walls of living heat. The world outside becomes a muffled roar: splashing water, squealing kids, the hollow booms of rafts hitting the pool. In here, everything is slow, rhythmic, and heavy. Her heartbeat thrums like a bass drum against your back. Her skin is slick with sunscreen and a faint sheen of sweat, a humid, coconut-scented atmosphere that sticks to your lungs.
The bikini top holds you tight but not painfully; the fabric stretches just enough to let her breasts sway against you like huge, warm pillows. Every time she steps forward or bends over the raft, the flesh shifts, rolling you gently deeper. You’re rocked and jostled like you’re inside a living hammock. Against your will, your muscles go slack.
Outside, her voice booms, “Next riders, step up! Careful with the edge!” She leans forward, guiding a raft into place, and the motion presses you down until your face is buried in soft, perfumed skin. You’re blushing so hard your ears burn. You know you should panic, scream, fight — but instead you melt further into the warmth.
She straightens, and the pressure eases. The movement lifts you slightly, cradling you in a hollow near her sternum where the fabric pulls tight and her heartbeat thuds beneath you. You can feel every breath she takes, the rise and fall of her chest, the occasional flex of muscle under skin.
Time becomes strange. The muffled splash of bodies in the pool, the laughter above, the steady sway of her movements — it’s hypnotic. Your rational mind whispers this is insane, but your body answers with a slow, guilty shudder. The warmth, the scent, the vibrations are… comfortable. Too comfortable.
Once, briefly, her hand brushes the outside of her top to adjust it. The touch compresses you gently, squeezing you deeper for a second. She hums softly, unaware of what she’s doing to you, and goes back to work.
By the time you realize how long you’ve been in there, your heart is pounding in sync with hers and your body is trembling with more than fear. You’re hidden, safe, and you’re enjoying it far more than you should.
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