Chapter 7: Solid Black Thong

She closed her mouth, her cheeks blushing profusely. It wasn’t all embarrassment, I noted, as I saw her nipples harden somewhat beneath her form-fitting blouse. There was some arousal there too.

“I don’t have my suit with me.”

“Neither did I,” I countered.

“Looking for a cheap thrill?”

“There is nothing cheap about you, darling. I love you. Forever.”

Without bones, I suspect she would have melted into a puddle.

I was casually doing a backstroke, strategically keeping a certain section of my anatomy below water level, although it was threatening to break the surface much like the dorsal fin of a shark.

“Well?”

“Well ... turn around.”

I smirked and paddled myself so that I was facing away from her. About 45 seconds later I heard a small splash.

I turned around and a second later she surfaced, well, her head and neck did.

“Ohmygodyoudidn’ttellmethewaterwassofreakin’cold!!!”

I chuckled.

“Babe, it’s mountain fed, what did you expect?”

“I don’t know but I’m cold!”

“Come here,” I suggested.

She was torn between seeking my body’s warmth but then knowing that the closer she got to me, the more that I would be able to see of her. A decision was forth-coming.

“Oh, what the hell,” and with that, she swam over to me.

I thanked whatever gods there might be for the incredible filtration system that kept the water pure and glass clear. As she ceased her swimming and gently treaded water, I could make out small, dark nipples against her somewhat tanned skin. Further down, although somewhat obscured by small ripples of water, I could see a darkness at the juncture of her legs. My arousal went up as I realized that she had let her pubic hair grow out. I knew that was done solely for me.