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Kathy stripped off her bottoms. I guess she really did plan on nude sun bathing. Her pubic hair was trimmed to a narrow triangle and cut short. She hopped in the water, and because she was shorter than I was had to swim a few feet toward the beach before she could stand. Tanner and I put the food, and lotion in the dry bag. Stan said the water was five feet deep so I left my sunglasses on. Tanner hopped in the water and I passed the dry bag to him, then jumped in after him. Stan handed me the snorkel gear and I brought it to the beach, Stan following after. I found as I came out of the water that my suit was as transparent as I'd feared, but still protection of a sort, so I wasn't going to remove it. I was self conscious of not only my breasts being obvious, with dark areola's visible and my stiff little nipples poking out of the thin material, but the cleft of my sex also being clear. Stan didn't say anything, thankfully, but he had a hard time tearing his eyes away from me. Tanner and I handed a blanket to Kathy and she spread it in the sand. Tanner and I put out the other one for us.

I was surprised when both Tanner and Stan removed their swimsuits, letting their equipment out to air. It was apparent to everyone they enjoyed the show Kathy and I were providing, because both penises were elongated and swollen. Tanner's was the larger of the two, and I began to realize Tanner might be above average in size as no other penis I'd seen in the last few days was as large as his. Tanner began putting suntan lotion on his groin and he grew even larger as he oiled himself up. Kathy appreciated what she saw as she didn't take her eyes off him for several minutes after he stripped. I imagined she was thinking about what kind of sexual partner Tanner was. If she'd asked me, I'd have said more than adequate as long as he wasn't trying to choke me with it or pounding me raw.

Kathy had Stan add suntan lotion to her bottom, then she spread it around her vagina. I turned away as she did it, but Tanner continued to pay attention to her. The show over, Tanner lay on his stomach beside me and asked me to put lotion on his back. I straddled the back of his legs and spread some all over his torso and buttocks, then reversed myself and did the backs of his legs.

"Do you need more lotion, Brooke?" Tanner asked.

"I'm good for now," I replied. I lay on my front as well, hoping when my suit dried out, I wouldn't be showing so much of myself.

Things were quiet for awhile, everyone just soaking up the sun. Eventually, my back started frying and I knew I needed to turn over. The sweating I was doing hadn't let my suit dry as much as I would have wanted, but no one seemed to be paying attention to me, so I flipped over anyway. Besides, the dental floss between my buttocks wasn't covering much in back either. I felt a shadow over me and opened my eyes.

Stan was standing over me. "Do you want to go snorkeling," he asked.

I sat up on my elbows. "I've never gone. What do I do?"

"Grab yourself a mask, fins and snorkel to start."

I dug around in the mesh bag and found the three items. Stan said, "That mask seems a little large for you. Give me that one and see if you can find a smaller one."

I handed him the mask and looked for a smaller one. "Okay. What now?"

"You want to check the fit of your mask," Stan said. "Hold it up against your face and breathe in through your nose, see if it sticks to your face. That's when you know you have a good fit. If it doesn't stay on your face, try finding another one."

Doing as he suggested, I found the mask stayed on my face fine.

"Your snorkel will go in your mouth, hooking onto your mask and stick up above the water. I'll show you the set up when we get in the water. Don't put your fins on now, it's too hard to walk. We'll put them while sitting in the water. These are pretty good snorkel set-ups. It's got a valve which closes when you go under the water so you won't accidentally suck water in. What we want to do is float on top of the water, looking down through the mask. When we see something we want to check out, you take a big breath, and swim down to examine whatever attracted your attention. When you come back to the surface, blow your air out to clear the snorkel of any water before you take another breath."

"Sounds simple enough."

"Piece of cake, really. I think you'll like it."

Stan led me out into the water, about two feet deep. He showed me how his mask and snorkel went together and helped me set up mine.

"Before we do this," I said, "please don't make a pass at me. I told Kathy I need friends right now, not more lovers. I've got enough problems. I don't need to add to them."

"She told me. I understand."

"Even wearing this suit is embarrassing to me, but Tanner asked me to wear it and said he wouldn't mind if other people looked. I can't stop you from looking, but I want you to know how uncomfortable I feel."

"I get it. I won't promise not to look, because you have a fantastic body and I am a man, but I'll try not to be too obvious about it. Deal?"

"Deal."

He told me to put my fins on now and showed me how to adjust the rear straps so they were secure, but not uncomfortable.

"Okay, just get on your stomach and start swimming out in that direction." He pointed toward the East. "There's a small reef out there. I'd like you to stick fairly close to me since you're a beginner. You don't mind if I hold your hand, do you?"

"Not at all."

Stan took my hand and we began swimming in the direction he'd pointed. As we got over the reef, he started pointing out things to me. It was beautiful. There were some coral heads, sea fans, anemones and lots of fish, mostly small but some two or more feet long. He pointed out a spiny lobster sitting right under the edge of some coral, ready to scurry back out of sight if anyone approached. He saw something and signaled me to follow him, so I grabbed a deep breath and followed him closer to the reef. He pointed at something and I couldn't tell what he was pointing at, it blended in so well with the coral, then it moved and I saw it was a small octopus, about eight inches from tip to tip of his arms. He held a finger down close to it and it reached out a couple tentacles and tentatively explored his finger, tugging on it. He signaled me to do the same and I put my hand down. It started pulling on my engagement ring, apparently fascinated with shiny objects. I pulled my hand back and it sidled away. Stan signaled he was going up for air. I might have been able to stay down thirty seconds longer; an advantage of my swimming career, but followed him up. We blew our air out like sounding porpoises, then settled down to watch some more.