by Anne Conley
“You can just take your filthy hands off me.” Lacey pushed against his chest, he didn’t budge. Shaking the water from her eyes, she got her first look at him.
He looked like a Greek god, with his hair a mess of dripping golden blonde locks; it appeared it was a little longer than her own. She noticed his skin was golden and he had eyes that were a deep rich brown, with a strong firm chin. His body was up tight against her own; and it was warm, firm, and as she noted, naked. She pushed harder against his chest, again he didn’t budge.
“Hm, I don’t think they’re dirty any longer,” he said with a slow smile. He kicked his legs a few times making sure their heads stayed above the water. He felt her legs against his; they were soft and smooth, making him want to tangle in them. He could see her chest rising and falling with each breath she took. The water lapped lower on the most perfect pair of breast he’d had the pleasure of seeing in his almost thirty years. Then, she tried to push him away again. This time he pulled her closer, so he could feel her cool skin against his burning skin.
“Let’s just see what happens when I…” He lowered his head intending on tasting.
Lacey felt his muscular hairy legs against hers. She could see a light coat of blonde hair on his tan chest. A chest, she noted, which was full of tone rippling muscles. She tried again to push free, no luck, his arms were like vices, holding her tight against him.
This time when she pushed, he returned by pulling her closer. She felt his chest hit hers and held her breath. His arms snaked around her, his hands were on her back, holding her in place. When his head started descending towards her mouth, she panicked.
“Let me go before I scream,” she whispered in a shaky tone.
He heard the panic in her voice. Pulling his head away, he looked into her eyes and he could see the panic there.
Shaking his head to clear it, he pulled away from her just as she reached up and pushed his head under the water. He stayed under for just a moment, allowing his mind to cool.
In that moment, he saw her duck under the water. She quickly ran her eyes over him, turned her back and swam towards the shore at a speed that impressed him.
He drifted under the water for another few seconds, trying to clear his head. When he pushed himself up he shook the water from his eyes and looked towards the shore. He didn’t see anyone. Where had she disappeared to? He glanced around. She was nowhere to be found. How could she have disappeared so quickly? There were some bushes and a rock to the left, but nothing big enough to conceal a woman. Turning in circles he scanned the entire area, taking in any movement. Nothing!
Was he going crazy? What was he doing? Had she even really existed? Had he imagined her?
No!
He could still feel the warmth from her breath on his face; and when he closed his eyes he could smell her.
Dunking his head under the water again he looked around the pond. From what he could see, he was the only inhabitant. Pushing up again, he scanned one more time and than finally called out.
“Hello?”
Nothing!
He must have been hornier then he’d thought to imagine a sexy water pixie.
Shaking his head, he decided he could use a few laps to cool his libido.
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