After lying there for a couple of minutes, Jolthar got up, still naked.
He looked down at her; she put her hand over her forehead and closed her eyes; her chest rose and fell with each breath. He stared at her ample bosom.
"What are you doing?" Cleora asked with her eyes still closed. She could feel a hungry gaze on her.
"Open your eyes," he said.
Cleora opened and saw his extended hand. "What?"
Jolthar shook his hand, telling her to get up.
Cleora gave him her hand, and then he pulled her up.
She felt weak in her legs, but she stood with him; naked, her beauty glowed under the moonlight.
"Let's go for a swim before round two," Jolthar asked.
Cleora knit her brows, "Do we have to? I am still not able to even walk properly."
"Just come into the water."
"All right." Cleora agreed, as she didn't want to disappoint him.
Both of them got into the water, Jolthar helped her, holding her hand.
He helped her sit on a rock in the water.
