Page 75 of Minha Dona

Caitlin obeyed, wrapping her arms around Helena’s neck, her body pressed against Helena’s beneath the surface. Helena could feel the warmth of her through the water. “Now wrap your legs around me.”

Caitlin obeyed again, and Helena’s hands moved underwater, finding Caitlin’s body and using one to help support her while the other could roam freely. Caitlin inhaled sharply.

“Here?” Caitlin whispered. “In the ocean?”

“In the ocean. Nobody can see. Nobody will know.” Helena’s fingers found their destination and Caitlin’s arms tightened around her neck, her forehead pressing against Helena’s. “Just us and the water, Gatinha. Our secret… nobody else will have any idea.”

She touched Caitlin slowly, the water making everything slick and wet while the buoyancy helped to hold them both. It was unlike anything they’d done before… the openness of the sky, the depth of the water around them, the sun beating down on their faces while Helena’s hand worked rhythmically between Caitlin’s legs. The waves rocked them gently and the rhythm of the ocean became the rhythm of Helena’s touch, slow and relentless.

Caitlin’s breathing started to break. Her fingers dug into Helena’s shoulders. Her face was pressed against Helena’s neck now and the sounds she made were small, private, lost to the vastness around them.

“Let go,” Helena whispered. “Nobody can hear you out here. Cum for me, Gatinha.”

Caitlin came with her face buried in Helena’s shoulder, her body shuddering, and her legs tightening around Helena’s waist. The sounds she made were swallowed by the ocean and the sky, and Helena held her, using both hands to help support her now, feeling the aftershocks pulse through Caitlin’s body in the warm, salt water.

They held each other for a few minutes, letting the ocean rock them. Caitlin’s breathing steadied and she lifted her head, her eyes half-closed. Her expression was dazed and blissful.

“I feel like I just ticked something off my bucket list that I never even knew was on it,” Caitlin said with a slow grin.

“I know.”

“In the actual ocean.”

Helena nodded. “In the actual ocean.”

“I’ve just been brought to orgasm in the South Atlantic.” Caitlin shook her head slowly, water dripping from her hair. “This holiday has been full of surprises.”

Helena laughed and held up the bikini. “Ready to put this back on?”

Caitlin took both pieces from Helena’s hand. Then, with an expression of sudden, fierce resolve, she started to swim towards the beach.

“What are you doing?” Helena asked.

“When in Brazil,” Caitlin called back.

Helena watched her for a few strokes, both amused and impressed, before the reality of the situation caught up with her. Caitlin was swimming towards a public beach. Naked. The water was getting shallower with every stroke and in about thirty seconds Caitlin would be standing up and walking out of the ocean wearing absolutely nothing except a necklace and an expression of liberation.

Helena swam after her.

Caitlin was just deep enough that her chest wasn’t quite fully exposed when Helena caught her arm.

“Gatinha. Caitlin. Stop.”

“What?”

“Public beach.”

“And? I don’t care who sees.”

Helena started laughing. “You might not, but the people on the beach will. It isn’t legal here.”

“It’s…” She watched as Caitlin processed it. “I just figured… I mean with the bikinis, you Brazilians are so relaxed… surely clothes are optional?”

Helena shook her head. “No, they’re not. They can be tiny, but they need to be there.”

The liberation drained from her face and was replaced by horror.

“Oh God.”