“Uh… swim naked?”
“Shouldn’t bother a bad boy like you. Doesn’t bother a bad girl like me. Just keep your voice down and no splashing. I don’t want to get caught.”
“Me neither.”
“If you try touching me,” she said, “the people who live here are gonna find your corpse at the bottom of the deep end.”
“What? I would never… I’m not an asshole. I’m not like that.”
She scanned me again. “Yeah. I think you actually might be okay. C’mon… it’s hot. I want to swim.”
She turned and walked to the pool ladder. Her long legs led to a firm, beautifully generous bum. I followed, feeling off balance and amazed. Whoever she was, trespassing and being naked with a stranger didn’t faze her much.
Halfway down the ladder, she looked me over again, almost leering.
“Uh, same for you,” I said. “No touching.”
“Challenge accepted,” she said and pushed off the ladder into the dark water.
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We kept to opposite sides of the pool. At first, she kept wary eyes on me, but as I swam quietly or just floated, careful to keep to my side, she seemed to relax and enjoy herself.
The peculiar feel of water flowing over my bare cock and ass felt weird but incredible. After a while the strangeness faded and it felt almost normal.
In the back of my mind was a constant worry we’d get caught, but I reasoned that wasn’t likely: the Mason home stood in the middle of a cul-de-sac, the street ending in a paved circle just large enough to turn a car around in. Two other houses stood a good distance away on either side. Before climbing into the back yard, I noted the neighboring houses were dark as the Mason’s with no cars in the driveways.
Whoever she was, she seemed at home in the water and swam with effortless grace—mostly floating on her back, sculling her arms languid and carefree, breasts parting the water as she watched the stars. Sometimes she flipped under the water and swam the entire length of the pool without surfacing, then lazily sculled back on the surface and did it again.
I mostly floated and did gentle breaststrokes from one end to the other, the quietest swimming stroke I knew.
After a while, I rested, clinging to the pool edge. She swam near and held onto the edge, well out of reach.
“You’re a great swimmer,” I said.
“Life-guarded a few summers.”
“Me too! There’s a big pool at the park about three blocks from here. I was a lifeguard every summer all through high school.”
“Any drownings?”
“Nope. Just the usual slip and falls, nosebleeds, and horseplay turned into fights.”
“Same. Why don’t you go swim there?”
“Too crowded with kids,” I said. “So, of course the water is—”
“—fifty percent piss,” she said with a tight grin.
I grinned back. “It’s around ninety percent at that particular pool, but yeah. So what’s your name? I’m—”
“Shh! I don’t want to know. With the trespassing, the less we know about each other the better.”
“Oh. Right. I guess.”
She pushed away from the edge and floated. “First time skinny dipping?”
“Yeah,” I said. “It’s weird, but pretty great. It helps that it’s night and the water’s dark.”
“I could turn on the underwater lights,” she said, teasing. “Gotta be a switch around somewhere.”
“You’d have to break in. It’s inside, on the wall beside the patio doors.”
“So you really have been here before,” she said.
“Lots of times, though haven’t been swimming in this pool for a while. Every year the Mason’s have a pool party. I have to come with my folks, but only the little kids get to swim. Adults are expected to mingle.”
“People get so boring when they grow up. I’d be in the pool playing right along with the kids.”
“Yeah,” I said, “It’s hard pretending to be interested in adult conversations when the kids are having epic battles with super soakers.”
She stretched out to float on her back and lazily paddled away with her arms.
I pushed off and swam a few lengths, giving her space and trying not to gawk. Her carefree nature and lack of concern being naked helped me relax.
We swam and floated separately. She didn’t seem as wary, but still kept to her side of the pool. I wanted to know everything about her, but clearly she wasn’t interested in talking.
After half an hour, she swam to the pool ladder and climbed up. At the top, she threw her head back, water arcing from her hair, her breasts jutting beautifully. When she stepped onto the pool deck, she brushed water from her arms and chest, breathing from her exertions, her slim body glowing in the low light. She took a deep breath and, looking at me, smiled with a satisfied tiredness.
She was beyond lovely, a vision of vitality and grace, beautiful and so confident.
She went to stretch out on one of the cushioned chaise lounges arranged in a row near the hedge. I exited the water too, the muggy air welcome now that I had cooled down.
“Don’t have to stop because I did,” she said. “I just need a break.”
“Me too,” I said, laying back on the lounger beside her.
We rested in amiable silence. There was so much I wanted to ask her, and things I wanted to say, but knew she would swat me down.
“You seriously don’t have air conditioning?” she said.
“We’re not rich. We had a window unit we ran at night, but it died. Now with the heat wave, we can’t buy one anywhere.”
“Back home, we have window units too.”
“Guess I can’t ask where that is, huh?”
“Right.”
“I love looking at the stars,” I said after a moment.
“What stars? There are hardly any,” she said.
“It’s a big city. Lots of light pollution.”
“Back home I can see the Milky Way and everything.”
“Hmm. So home is a rural area or a small town.”
“Don’t,” she said. “Don’t try figuring out where I’m from or who I am.”
“Can’t help it,” I said. “Just stop giving clues. Hey… a meteor.” I pointed as a brief fireball flicked across the sky.
“Saw two the night before last,” she said.
“It’s the start of the Perseid meteor shower. There’ll be more and more until mid-August. Lots will be bright enough to see, even from here in the city.”
“You some kind of science geek?”
“Come on, everyone knows about the Perseids. It’s the most famous meteor shower.”
“Only a geek would say that,” she said with a chuckle.
The silence grew again as I mulled things I could ask until a yawn escaped.
“Oh, look what you started,” she said, yawning too. “Don’t you know yawns are contagious?”
“I’d better get home,” I said. “It must be close to 4:00am now.”
She sat up and stretched in a wonderful display. “I could sleep out here all night. Probably be a bad idea.”
“Especially if the Masons’ pool boy comes around.”
“A scene right out of a porno.”
Counting off on my fingers, I said, “Lives in a small town, obsessively watches porn…”
She kicked my chair. “I do not! And stop guessing! Everyone has seen porn sometime.”
“Only a porn addict would say that,” I said with a grin. She kicked my chair again.
She watched as I struggled into my soggy clothes. I didn’t mind the clammy damp—it would keep me cool on the walk home.
When I climbed the gate and jumped down onto the walkway outside, she was there behind the gate, still naked but holding her own clothes. The brighter light gave a clearer view of her. She was fit but not wiry, with faint freckles splashed across her nose. Her eyes were an intriguing green-gray. Below, her pussy was neatly trimmed.