Swim with Sharks 2

“Okay guys, that’s a wrap! Great job!” our boss said as he congratulated Sarah and I. We’d been on security detail for a music video shoot for the past few days, and filming had just finished. “It wasn't hard,” Sarah said, showing her teeth. “Luckily, people know not to taunt sharks. Especially the people in coastal cities.” “Wow, you made kind of a funny point with your mutation,” I said. “Yeah. I'm already regretting it, though,” Sarah said with a frown. “Well, there’s still plenty of time to go back. You do have the afternoon free. Cut loose and have some fun,” our boss said as he grabbed his bag and walked off. “So, did you wanna hit up the beach,” I asked Sarah as we were on our back to our hotel. “Of course not!” she scoffed. “I may have been making light of it earlier, but the way everyone flees from sharks is actually rather annoying.” "Oh, yeah. Of course, because of the number of deaths they cause-" "Sharks cause very few deaths!" she said angrily. "Blame Jaws for all the hysteria surrounding sharks and shark mutants. Fuckin normies always wanting to make monsters out of things they simply don’t understand.” “But see that’s even more of a reason to go!” I said. I might have a secret desire to see Sarah in a bathing suit. “I’ll be you my entire paycheck that you brought a bathing suit with you anyway.” Sarah turned away to hide her red cheeks. "I'm not going to bet anything." "Great, then let's go to the beach across from the hotel," I said. Sarah sighed heavily. “Fine! You win. But only so you can shutup about it already,” she said listlessly. Half an hour later, we were stepping on the sand. Sarah wore an oversized shirt over her bathing suit, but there was really no hiding her mutation. She was very tall and rather hard to miss. A few people moved away on instinct, but some others simply watched from a distance. “Shit, this is so awkward,” she said annoyed. "Come on, it's not that bad.” Sarah just shot me a death glare. “Just wait until I'm swimming and they see my dorsal fin." We set up our towels and umbrella, and while I put on sunscreen Sarah finally took off her oversized shirt. Beneath it she was wearing a skimpy bikini that left little to the imagination. I couldn’t look away from her if I wanted to. “Holy shit! I knew you had a great body but damn. You really have amazing curves,” I said, barely able to contain my enthusiasm. Sarah blushed deeply and crouched down, covering herself with her shirt. “I-I knew it was a mistake to buy such a small bikini.” "S-sorry it's just, well… you know I have a thing," I said trying to apologize. "Can't you keep your tongue still?" she said annoyed. “No, well… yes. That’s not what I mean though. I was talking about my admiration for tall women,” I said. Sarah was still blushing but her expression softened quite a bit. "Ok, I get it… just try not to be so vocal about it." "Yeah, sure, whatever you want," I said as I averted my gaze from her body. "And you can stare… just try to do it discreetly.” For a few moments she just watched the waves roll in and lap at the sand. A serene expression came over her face when a gentle breeze blew the salty sea air our way. I felt a pang of sadness as I realized she almost gave that up just because people are callous and cruel. My eyes drifted to her ass. It looked perfect in that little bikini. Then before I realized what I was doing I reached out to touch it. “Wow, it's really soft,” I said. Sarah immediately smacked me angrily. “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?” “SORRY! It's just that it looked so smooth. And I’d never touched shark skin before, though I’d read that it was actually pretty rough, so I had to find out which it was. Your butt is possibly the softest thing I've ever touched, very pleasant to the touch. Is your whole body like this? Why is it-“ “First, DO NOT TOUCH MY BODY WITHOUT MY PERMISSION. Next time I'll tie your arms in a knot. Second, I'm a human-shark hybrid… I don't have all the characteristics of a real shark. Third, my skin is very smooth in one direction and a bit rough in the other and I smooth it out with some special creams.” "Does that mean if I had stroked your butt up it would have been rougher?" “…yes, but don’t even think about trying to feel it,” she said. I couldn’t help wondering if her breasts were the same way. “Ugh. Enough talking. Let's go swimming,” she said as she grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the water. "Okay, there's a little problem though," I said. "Oh? What is it?” she asked surprised. "I don't know how to swim," I said. "And if you don't know how to swim, why did you insist so much on coming to the beach?" “There are more things to do at the beach than just swim. Sunbathing, shore food… seeing beautiful hybrid Amazons in skimpy bikinis…” "... I don't know if you're flirting with me or trying to make me uncomfortable," she said, looking at me strangely. “Whichever bothers you less?” I said without thinking. She sighed again. “You’re gonna have to get better at flirting. But fine I’ll teach you how to swim.” The moment we hit the water people started moving away. “Hold onto my fin. We’re going to have some fun.” "Are you sure? I read that the fins were sharp?" I said with some fear. “Don't worry, I've filed it down. Now just hold on and hold your breath." I reached out to grab onto her fin as she dove underwater. We weren’t out too far yet, so it wasn’t too deep. Thankfully I’d put my goggles on so I was able to see the way the sand on the seafloor moved with some of the waves and a few fish. I was amazed at how fast Sarah was able to move, especially with a guy hanging onto her fin. We stayed under probably a little longer than we should’ve, and just as we were about to surface a large wave rolled over us, disorienting me and making my hand slip. In my desperate attempt to grab onto her fin again my hand grabbed onto her bikini bottoms and nearly pulled them right off. A second later we were above the surface, and she was yelling at me again. "IDIOT! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING??" she said angrily. "I should eat your face after this.” Her face was beet red. “It was unintentional, I swear! I started to slip, and I tried to grab your fin but accidentally grabbed your swimsuit. “Hold on to my back while I put my bikini back on AND DON'T LOOK,” she said. "Whatever. We should head back anyway. It’s getting late and I’m very tired.” "Sorry I messed up," I said. We were in shallow enough water now that we could just walk out. “I’m really going to have to teach you how to swim so we don’t have anymore ‘accidents’.” "I would appreciate that. I must say this was an incredible experience. You should even charge for this." “With the accidents included?” she said. "Well… that was a plus for me," I said. "Oh, I realize that was a plus for you," Sarah said, her eyes dropping down my body. "I can see that clearly.” “Oh, you mean my… well yes, it was inevitable. I'm sorry," I said embarrassed. "Don't worry. In some ways, it's nice for a girl like me to know that someone can still like her." “I’d find it hard to believe that no one likes you. You are quite beautiful. And you are also cool and strong. And believe it or not, you're also funny, not in a conventional way, but in… Sorry, I think I'm back with my rambling.” She blushed as we dried off and packed up our things. "…go on. I want to continue listening to what you have to say about me.” Her tone was different, softer, than normal. “Well, we do still have to return the umbrella we rented and walk back to the hotel so, be ready for a long bit of intentional rambling.”