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Erik

I slept in,appreciating a rare Saturday off. As a SEAL, I worked most weekends. I enjoyed a leisurely breakfast, got a quick workout in, and then hit the shower to get ready for my evening withAria.

I met Aria outside the Village theater at six o’clock. She was wearing khaki shorts and a violet tank top. Her long hair was loose and wavy. She looked like a goddess.

I flashed my phone to show the two tickets, and we went inside the theater. We ordered popcorn and drinks and found our seats.

I put my arm around Aria, and she rested her head on my chest.

“Thanks for taking me. I can’t wait to seethis.”

The movie started, and I was blown away by the scenery. But nothing impressed me more than Diana Prince’s complete badassery.

But Aria seemed to love the movie even more than I had. Every time Diana defeated someone, Aria squeezed my hand. When the movie was over, and we walked out of the theater, Aria’s face beamed.

“Oh my god. That movie was so incredible. Don’t you think? I loved it. Diana was so powerful and strong. She’d make a greatSEAL.”

Ha. “Yeah, she would. Too bad, she doesn’t exist.”

Aria’s mouth stretched into a wide grin. I’d hadn’t seen her look this happy since I’d met her, even when she was in the water.

I was about to suggest a stroll on the beach, but Aria turned to me. “Let’s go for aswim.”

“Where?”

“In the ocean.”

I paused. “I didn’t bring my trunks.”

She gave me a playful glance. “In that case, we will have to go au naturel.”

Fuck yeah. “Sounds like a plan. I’ll take you on base, and we can swim off our private beach. That way we won’t get arrested.”

We walked back to base, and I flashed my ID. It crossed my mind that I had swim shorts in my locker, but I decided to keep that to myself.

We then headed out past the obstacle course to a secluded part of the beach, covered by some rocks.

I stripped off my clothes, and she pulled off her top and shorts, revealing a matching white lace bra and panty set. Maintaining eye contact with me, she unhooked her bra, revealing her small but pert breasts. Then she slipped off her panties, and I confirmed that she was a natural redhead. I was shocked that she had seemed so shy yesterday, but now she dripped confidence. My eyes danced around her body. It was pure perfection. Her stomach had definition I’d only seen in fitness magazines, and her ass was round and tight. I stared at her beautiful pussy, waxed in a sexy triangle. My cock rose to attention. I had to fuckher.

“The water’s cold,” I warned.

“Fine by me.” She ran in front of me on the beach into the water, and I chased after her. Once the waves hit her waist, she began toswim.

We swam out to the first buoy, and I was impressed at her pace. Her strokes were even, and she didn’t seem to choke on the salt water.

It was almost as if she had trained in the ocean. Who knew? Maybe open water swims were part of her regimen for the Olympics.

She was a few strides ahead of me, but I quickly caught up, barreling toward her, until I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her intome.

I pressed my body into hers and brushed a lock of hair out of her face. “You’re a pretty amazing swimmer.”

She blinked the salt water out of her eyes. “You’re not bad yourself.”

I felt her tremble in my arms, and I wasn’t sure if it was from the chill of the water or the closeness of our naked bodies. I wanted to take her right then and there, fuck her in the ocean.

A wave rippled by and we bobbed in the water, but my arms remained around this beautiful woman who felt so tiny in my grasp.