All the water traffic was too much to pass up. Fortunately, it seemed as if everyone else had the same idea as the two of you. This makes for a crowded ocean, thus more fun for the two of you.
The best incentive, however, is the line of yachts on the horizon. They each seemed to have sails of different colors, loud engines, and fully-manned crews. To you, this could only mean one thing.
"It looks like we stumbled on a race," you say.
"Let's give them a reason to race," Giselle said.
The mere thought of all the mayhem you will cause between the racers and the swimmers in between is enough to make you hard.
"Easy, Igor," she said. "Save some of that for later."
"How about we make this interesting?" you ask. "The first one out there gets the first pick of toys to do whatever they want with them."
"You're on," she said. "You're going down."
With that, both of you hit the water at the same time. Your footfalls cause many of the slower swimmers to be caught under your feet, pushed under, and sunk deep into the sand. Even the faster reactors were caught in the wakes caused by the two of you, drifting into deeper water.
Evidently, the yachters saw the two of you coming for them. They promptly started their engines and tried to run for it. Despite this, the waves that were being created were starting to toss them like toys.
Between all of this, you weren't even paying attention to who was winning your race. You notice soon enough, though.
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