‘Can I still wear my armbands, Mummy?’ asked a little boy.

Natalia looked at Ben and started laughing so much, utterly uninhibited by her exquisite nakedness, that it took every bit of strength he had, naked himself, not to get the most enormous hard-on.

As they walked to the nearest beach, Natalia and Ben simply couldn’t take their eyes off one another. They were, without a doubt, the most beautiful people on the island; they looked exactly how everybody else wished they could look naked.

The beach was crystalline white, the sky a darker blue than it had any right to be in the middle of the day. A yoga class was taking place next to some rocks, its humourless downward-dog-performing participants seeming to care little for the fact that their dangly and not so private bits were way more visible than was considerate to others. Even for a nudist beach.

Ben and Natalia looked at each other and burst out laughing again. But as they looked into each other’s eyes, the laughter ebbed away, and they just gazed some more.

‘Swim?’ said Natalia, trying to diffuse the lust engulfing her. She smiled over her shoulder as she ran down to the water’s edge.

‘Can’t think of anything I’d like better,’ said Ben, almost truthfully, as he followed a few paces behind so he could watch her bottom moving.

Natalia swam underneath for some time, feeling a little more compos mentis now. But once she had swum quite a distance from the shore, where it was only just shallow enough for her to stand with her head above water, Ben swam up behind her and put his hand between her legs.

She turned around slowly. Now her hair was wet and all her make-up had been washed off, he could see tiny little freckles on her nose. There were droplets of salt water on her eyelashes. He increased the pressure from his hand between her legs and Natalia groaned.

‘Oh, my God, what are you doing to me, Mr Movie Star?’ The sun was beating down on their golden heads without remorse.

Ben looked so handsome, with his gorgeous blue eyes and seal-like wet hair and perfectly formed shoulders just visible as they emerged from the sea, that she still couldn’t believe what was happening to her, but she closed her mind to any potential repercussions and just went with it. Surely it wasn’t possible for a man to be so beautiful, so sexy, so fucking kind? She put his behaviour last year out of her head and concentrated instead on the Ben she had come to know over the last couple of days.

Ben played with Natalia under the water a little more, still looking straight into her eyes with his extraordinary blue gaze. But, as she started to breathe more quickly, she noticed some small kids, only about 6 or 7 years old, swimming around close to them.

‘This is not right,’ she whispered to Ben, nodding in their direction.