"I really want to have a go but I'm scared!"
Taylor eyed up the jet ski, in the distance she could see her uncle in law bouncing and gliding across the sparking blue sea as he handled his jet ski like a pro. Apprehensively Taylor turned her gaze back to the vacant ski sat on the beach, and placed her finger on her lip, contemplating whether or not to join her uncle in law Pete in the fun.
"For God's sake just make up your mind will you! I've just paid for the damn thing!"
Taylor shot a quick glance at the direction of the voice, already recognising who it was without having to have to look. She hated when her husband spoke to her so coldly and without respect in front of those around them. The hot Jamaican weather didn't have him in the best of moods. She looked at her husband, his arms outstretched to his sides, his head cocked, looking at her like a child.
"Well?"
What an asshole, she thought. She had been with him since they were 15 years old, childhood sweethearts, but since they married only a year ago at the tender age of 19, Steven had turned so obnoxious and demeaning. Where was the funny, popular gentleman she had first met?
Glancing down she saw Steven's father looking up at his son, his rudeness distracting Michael from his silent slumber as he lay in the sun. He looked at Taylor, a look of pity and regret at his sons attitude. Michael was so lovely to her, he always made her feel welcome and would go out of his way to do anything for her. If only his son took after his father.
Realising that she was getting lost in thought, Taylor broke her gaze from her husband and stormed towards the jet ski. The instructor watched her as she approached, her long blonde hair blowing in the gentle breeze, her natural beauty so plain to see. He slowly moved his gaze over her body. She was tall, possibly 5' 10", had a long slender pair of legs and small, perky breasts. The instructor sighed to himself, such an attractive girl, looking far too young to be married, just turned 18 he hazarded a guess. The things he would do to her.
As she approached the instructor gave her a smile, totally unaware of his vivid sexual thoughts. She smiled back and listened as he gave her a brief guide to controlling and piloting these powerful machines. He reached for a life jacket and handed it to her. As she put it on, she allowed him to buckle it up at the front. Taylor let her arms go limp as he clicked each clasp into place, the tightness of the jacket pushing her breasts together, the instructor struggled to break his gaze from the view. He could feel his cock slowly twitching to life. Taylor looked down and saw where he was gazing. She went to recoil in shock and insult, how dare he! But at the same time she found it strangely arousing. It made her feel very attractive, the instructor was a fine specimen of a man. Beneath his shirt she could see he was a man who took pride in his body, his arms bulging from his sleeves. She started breathing slower, slowly getting aroused at this stranger staring at her body.
Remembering where he was, the instructor snapped out of his trance and stood upright, and to his shock he realised that this girl had caught him staring. He shot an embarrassed smile and was deeply relieved the smile was returned. He needed to control himself better, he may have been young himself but he was at work, he needed to be professional.
Taylor turned from the man, and walked towards the ski. She smiled at herself. It felt so good to find such an attractive guy take an interest in her. It had made him forget about her husband. Then like a knife it pierced it way to the front of her mind, how unsociable and rude he was being on this family holiday. Never mind. It was time to have some fun!
Straddling the jet ski, she slowly pulled back on the throttle. The engine was already running and with a start it jumped forward. She immediately let go and the ski stopped. It would take some little getting used to. She pulled back on the throttle again, only this time more gentle. The engine steadily built up volume and the ski slowly etched forward into the water. Gradually she built up enough rhythm and the ski picked up speed and headed out into the crystal blue sea. She hadn't rode a jet ski since she was 15 off the coast of Mexico but it all started flooding back to her.
Eventually she was gliding across the ocean, although not an a par with her Uncle Pete, she was doing okay. Getting further out to sea, she realised she was being mirrored by Pete. He smiled across at her and pulled a sharp left turn, splashing her with water. After the initial shock, she laughed and veered off after him, his laughter being drowned out as she head off in pursuit of him.
She soon pulled up close enough to him and shot Pete a wink. She then pulled sharply left to return the favour, but she pulled too roughly at too great a speed. Before she knew it she was flung from the ski, ploughing head first into the clear water.
The salt water flooded her mouth and nose, she panicked fighting to the surface, the sun glistening from under the sea. She kicked and thrashed about, the life jacket fulfilling its purpose lifting her from the watery abyss and into the clear fresh air. Taylor violently coughed and spluttered to clear her lungs and throat of the ocean, her eyes stinging and her head pounding from the force of the impact.
