Summer Swimming

[Editor’s suggested image(s) (PP):

https://www.shutterstock.com/image-photo/beautiful-nude-young-woman-on-river-1103985509

https://www.shutterstock.com/image-photo/artistic-female-nude-sitting-on-rock-2780875251

https://www.shutterstock.com/image-photo/beautiful-nude-young-woman-on-river-1127407001

]

After a walk through the woods, Damien finally arrived at the river, promptly sitting among some bushes to rest from the summer heat.

But he’d barely had a moment to relax in the peaceful isolation when he hear another set of footsteps not far away. He peered over the bushes to see Dora—the woman who dominated his thoughts of late. They’d met only a month ago, but had quickly hit it off.

She stopped by the water, apparently unaware of Damien’s presence. She’d apparently had a similar idea as him, seeking some peace and quiet. They were just far enough apart to provide a little isolation, so Damien stayed silent and let her have her peace and quiet.

Damien settled into his spot, enjoying the peaceful riverside environment. He glanced over through a gap in the bushes to see that Dora was taking off her shoes and socks. She must have been wanting to get her feet in the water to cool off.

At least, that’s what he thought until she pulled her dress off over her head.

Damien gaped as she tossed it on the growing pile of discarded clothing, along with her shoes and socks. He caught his breath, realizing she must not know he was there, mostly hidden by the bushes—not knowing that she was completely visible to him.

Dora, the object of much nightly longing of late, stood there in only her bra and panties.

He should look away. He should say something. But, come to think of it, a string bikini showed more than she was revealing right now. It wasn’t that different from a swimsuit.

Still, she didn’t know he was there, and he still felt bad seeing her in such a revealing state without her knowledge and intent to show so much.

Even so, the sight of her in only her underwear made his heart lurch. The undergarments we relatively plain, but still so beautiful. The way they revealed her bare legs, arms, midriff, shoulders . . . and her cleavage, supported and framed so nicely. The feminine lace on the waistband and thigh holes of her underpants was the perfect—

No, no, no! Damien thought. She doesn’t even know I’m here. She can’t consent to this.

In their short relationship, he hadn’t seen her thus unclothed yet. He knew he should be the gentleman and look away.

As Damian sat paralyzed with indecision, Dora continued her undressing, oblivious to the eyes watching her. Her fingers unclipped her bra. She sighed with relief as her breasts came free of their hot confines. The undergarment joined the pile.

Damian’s heart gave another lurch. This is wrong, his conscience told him. But his heart ached all the more for Dora. He could feel his heart beating faster, and . . . lower down, another part of him stirred. The world seemed to move in slow motion as Dora half-turned and hooked her fingers into the waistband of her Brazilian-cut panties to peel them down her thighs. Damian heard the pounding of his heart in his ears, and his breathing grew shallow.

The fabric slid down, revealing the lovely curves of her shapely butt. As the fabric slid further still, it allowed him a glimpse of an even more intimate place.

No! he chided himself silently.

With a jolt, he pulled himself away, forcing himself to look anywhere but there. Quietly, he walked into the woods, breathing slowly to calm his heart and the stirring in his loins.

Back at his car, Damian thought for some time, prayed, and sent Dora a text.

Hey Dora, I hope this isn’t too weird, but apparently we both thought that the riverwalk would be a nice place this summer afternoon. You must not have realized that I was there. And, well, I’m sorry, but I was a bit frozen at first. I walked away so you could have that swim in actual private. I’m sorry I didn’t immediately leave. I only want to see you that way with your permission. And if we end up married. I felt you should know. If you can forgive me, I ask for it. I want to respect you as the lovely person you are. 

An hour later, Damian’s phone pinged. It was a text from Dora.

Oh, gosh, Damian, no, I didn’t know you were there! To be honest, I’m mortified. Don’t be hard on yourself, it must’ve been so awkward for you. I appreciate that you left, and that you told me. No worries. I appreciate that you want to respect me. 

A moment later, a second message came through:

Maybe in the future, I’ll know you’re looking, and you won’t have to look away.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Ten years later, as Dora lay naked next to Damian, she reminded him of when he first saw her disrobed.

“Maybe we could re-create the scene?” she suggested.

“I would love that,” Damien said.

“You know,” Dora added, “There was one part of that day I never told you. When I read your text, I was so embarrassed . . . but . . . not only embarrassed. ”

“Oh?” Damien prompted.

“It also really turned me on. When you confessed it took you a few long moments to look away, I took that as a compliment, and it made me feel really sexy.”

Damien smiled at her, and she kissed him.

“And when we do this again,” she added, “as my husband, you won’t have to look away. I’d be annoyed if you did.”