Celeste's tight yellow swimsuit panties hovered in the water before me. The thin straps held on for dear life low on her hips. Her soft little belly button placed perfectly between them. I had to stop myself from reaching out and trailing the few inches from that cute indentation upon her stomach to the edge of the soaked fabric. It couldn't have been any more than five fingertips in length from one to the other. The subtle lines of the 'V' of her pelvis just barely pointing the direction to her aching desire.

My eyes were glued to the sheer fabric as it embraced her lower regions tightly as if...