Isabella allowed a small frown to cross her lips as she looked down at your tiny body, disappointed that it appeared you would be unable to communicate. She’d never seen anything like you before, had never even read about anything like this, and she’d been hoping to get an explanation. Were tiny men a common occurrence in North America? And if so, why weren’t they more widely known? At this point, you’d been in her presence for less than twenty seconds and already the Brazilian girl could think of a hundred reasons why she’d have liked to have known of such things before.
Still, the feeling of another wave washing against her back reminded Isabella that if she didn’t act soon you were liable to be washed away, and she quickly reached down to scoop you up into the palm of her hand, not even noticing your flinch as she raised you from the water. Swiftly raising you above the height of the waves, she smiled down at you, hoping to put your mind at ease. “Não se preocupe. Eu vou te manter segura.” You struggled to glean some meaning from those words, but came up empty as you dug into half-remembered Spanish phrases, not yet realising that wasn’t the language being spoken, and before you could muster a response Isabella’s fingers were curling around you, sealing most of your body into a protective fist as she began striding towards the beach.
While your movements were now heavily restricted by your captor’s hand, your head at least was free. Free enough at least to give you a front row seat to Isabella’s body as it continued to emerge from the waters below. Whether deliberately or not, the Brazilian girl was holding you almost directly in-front of the cut-out from her top, the impressive mass of her chest jiggling before your eyes as water ran sensually down her lightly tanned skin, pooling where the twin orbs came together. Having grown up with your mother, it wasn’t the largest chest you’d ever seen, but it was more than inviting enough that you found yourself immediately blushing and diverting your eyes downward to stare instead at the smooth and unblemished stomach into which you had originally collided.
Directing your gaze down, however, proved to be a mistake, as it meant your eyes were immediately drawn to a shift in the water as it dropped to the level of Isabella’s waist and was then pushed aside in a notable ripple of movement as it made way for the emergence of this girl’s massive hips. From above and in-front you couldn’t quite see the full shape of the brunette’s booty, but it was large enough that even from your vantage you could see its swell on either side of her hips. You wouldn’t have gone so far as to say it was the largest butt you’d ever seen, but it was certainly up there, and the sight of water literally cascading from it was an incredibly distracting spectacle. A few more steps and the long luscious legs beneath began to emerge, seemingly miles of unmarked flesh rising from the depths. Given your mother’s job you were more or less used to seeing such flawless skin, but you still had to wonder just how these women were able to maintain such apparent perfection.
Of course, while you were distracted and trying desperately not to blush, Isabella had made her way to the beach unimpeded, and it was only the slight shift in her gait as her feet sunk into the loose sand that alerted you to the change. Finally pulling your eyes away from her body, you took your first proper look at this girl’s face, kind eyes looking down at you above a pleasant smile, though with a slight blush to her smooth cheeks that suggested your roving gaze had not gone unnoticed. The whole thing was framed by long silky brown hair, and you found yourself momentarily stunned once again by the beauty of her visage. You snapped out of it quickly as you realised that you were now nearby to other people, your head whipping around as you searched for help. “I… umm… thank you for saving me. My name’s Sam. I’d really appreciate it if you could take me back to my…” The girl just stared at you blankly and you felt like slapping yourself as you remembered the language barrier.
Trying to calm your racing heart, you knew that time was getting away from you, and focused on searching for aid, your eyes quickly alighting on the form of your sister pacing nervously near the edge of the waves, the way she was worrying her lip and pulling slightly at her hair telling you that she had definitely noticed your absence. It did your heart good to know that Stacy was always going to worry about you like this, even when your mother would forget you, and you desperately tried to lean in her direction, hoping Isabella would get the message and take you to freedom. Unfortunately, the Brazilian girl just frowned in confusion again, bringing her free hand forward and using one finger to rub gently at your head like she was trying to sooth a distressed animal and then bringing you forward to press against her chest. “Shhh. Está bem. Não tenha medo. Eu vou te manter segura.”
You tried to splutter and protest as you found yourself pressed face-first against Isabella’s right breast, but the red fabric of her bikini muffled the noise as she carried you in the opposite direction that you wanted to go. The brunette didn’t even spare a glance for the distressed girl near the waves as she strode across the sand, her attention focused entirely on the poor little boy she had rescued from nearly being swept out to sea. She had no idea that she was taking you away from your family, believing whole-heartedly that you were alone and defenceless and in need of her protection.
For her part, Stacy was having a panic-attack as she desperately searched the water’s edge for any sign of you. There had been nothing she could do when the football had sent you flying, and now she was clinging to the hope that you would be washed into the shallows, rather than out to sea from which you might never return. Thinking perhaps you may catch a lift back in on another swimmer, her brown eyes flicked to each person who emerged from the waves, including Isabella as the foreign girl strode past. Unfortunately for you, Stacy had been a bit late to glance in your captor’s direction, and by the time she did the girl was already a couple of steps further up the beach and clutching you, out of sight, to her chest. Even then your sister may have taken the time to investigate just what it was the other girl was holding, were in not for her eyes being drawn inexorably down to the swell of that Brazilian booty as it bounced happily up the beach. All thoughts of you momentarily swept from her mind, the brunette gulped and averted her eyes, moving quickly back to the water.
Unaware that your potential saviour had abandoned you to your fate, you tried again to escape from your predicament, but were just held tighter in response, pressed deeply into the warm bosom before you and unable to comprehend just what this girl intended for you. Fortunately for you it wasn’t all bad, Isabella was a friendly girl and really did just want the best for you, but knew you weren’t going to get very far if you couldn’t communicate. She had merely determined that you would have a better chance of understanding one another if she could take you somewhere safe to talk quietly, and in private, away from all the noisy swimmers and sunbathers at the beach. It was just an added bonus that she found you irresistibly cute and couldn’t wait to spend more time with you. Already she was thinking about what it would be like to take you home with her, how best to care for such a tiny man, and whether or not she should take you back with her to Brazil.
But as Isabella dreams of the future, where exactly is she taking you in the present?
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