Life Is A Dance Floor

Ch3

As soon as Rowan caught sight of the water she squealed and made a run for it. She's swims like a fish when she gets the chance.

I laugh at her as she does a rather ungrateful cannonball into the shallow part near the shore. She comes back up spitting water and complaining about sand in her bathing suit.

"Well Rowan, when your butt is the first thing to hit the sandy bottom it's bounds to pick up some sand." I tell her chuckling as she spits out water with sand and seaweed.

She glowers playfully at me and I can see her eyes dancing with laughter under her wet hair in her eyes.

She picks at her sandy butt a bit more before deciding its as good as its going to get and climbing out of the water.

When she emerges from the water she's shivering as the slight wind blows past her and her pale skin develops some rather large goosebumps. She curls shivering into my side and my sun warmed skin warms her right up.

"Vanny I'm cold." She says to me and all I can think about is her bathing suit being the only thing between me and her.

With this thought I wrap her in my arms and hug we closer. she's so sweet and she makes me so wet. I'm not even thinking about all the water she's drenched in and how it must make her skin glisten and her bathing suit stuck to her body.

When she's all dry I spray her in sunscreen so her beautiful white skin doesn't turn red and I release her to frolic and do hat ever she wants. Rowan is a free spirit. If you don't keep her entertained and let her be free she is gone before you can blink.

In a way she's kind of like an animal.

I watch happily as she runs across te sand and I take a seat at a nearby picnic table.

After she plays for a while I glance around and see half the male population on the beach is watching her. By the looks of it though she doesn't even notice the attention and even if she did she probably wouldn't care. They didn't look to entertaining so I don't worry about maybe having to call her cousin to save her from some hormonal teenagers.

When I look back her way though she's gone and I look around wildly. At the moment I feel like a mother trying to keep my baby out of trouble. I finally spot her over at the consesions stands and I see a boy about two years older then her hand her a hot dog with a blush on his cheeks. She smiles and gives him the money she owes before bounding of in a different direction. She plops her shapely bum on a bench not too far away from the window where the boy was still sitting and she bites into the hot dog in what others bight take as provocatively. To Rowan though its probably host how she eats.

I smile fondly as I remember the first time after I admitted my crush to myself that I have her a Popsicle. I almost creamed my panties as I watched her tongue work to get rid if the frozen juice. My god that was hot. As I watch now any guy that had been watching her earlier was now watching her eat and some of their own "hot dogs" spang up and didn't look like they'd mind if she ate them as well.

The poor boy who was still standing at the counter with his mouth open as Rowan dainily licked some left over mayo from the corner of her mouth and te boy was washing with his mouth hangin open. He furiously tried to hide his boner as Rowan gave him one last glance and waved before taking off in my direction.

She took the towel I had already ready to offer and we walk hand in hand to our bikes before we straddle them and begin our ride back home.