Lifejacket & Cosy Wetsuit Saves Lucy From River Disaster

It's a grey, drizzly day, but the river's beautiful and peaceful — until you hear a high-pitched squeal and see someone thrashing in the current. Suddenly, I come staggering out, soaking wet, panting, clinging to my life jacket, shouting about losing my kayak. I'm drenched, laughing like a maniac, totally wired with relief. That jacket saved me, and I'm not taking it off anytime soon. Water's dripping down my thighs, my wetsuit's suctioned tight to my body, tits squished beneath the bright, buoyant rubber. I clutch it to my chest and giggle, stroking it like a lover, barely noticing your eyes locked on me. I catch your stare, smile, then bounce off across the rocks — leaving you hard, horny, and obsessed with wet girls in life jackets and skin-tight neoprene.