Floating Under The Stars

A beautiful evening for a swim

Sure, I was more than a few beers in, but hell, it’s a hot night; it had been a hot day. Why wouldn’t anyone want to hop in the pool? Sounds like fun!

Who cares whether you have trunks or not? We’re all adults here. Drop trow and relax for a spell.

I don’t know why everyone’s so pent up. There are at least a couple dozen folks at the party. The backyard is fenced-in, private. Neighbors won’t see a thing.

I don’t know who came up with the idea, but it’s good. Only three takers: Some skinny guy named Dane, an attractive red-head with short hair whose name I don’t remember, and me.

It’s easy to discreetly slip off our clothes and slither into the pool from the deck landing. I put the pants, skivvies, shirt, and shoes under the towel on the deck. It’ll be easy to cover up quickly when I get out, provided nobody gets the idea to steal my stuff.

Nightswimming deserves a quiet night

I’m just going to lie back and float underneath the stars. Ahhhh. Man, this is great, the water’s calm, still. It’s so comfortable, such a light, free feeling.

Whoops! Who bumped into me? Oh, Red’s a little mischievous, isn’t she? I’m glad it wasn’t Dane bumping into me.

It’s dark; no lights on out here. Nice. Oh, somebody wants to play tag? Yeah, um, I think she’s a little more interested in Dane than me.

Look, I just want to swim anyway, that’s all. Really. I could soak here all night with my eyes closed. The water is so refreshing on such a steamy summer night.

Splash!

What was that? Oh.

Well, speaking of steamy, it looks like the Dane and Red are a little too hot for the pool. They just hopped out and are under that tree in the back. Yup, still naked, still playing tag, so to speak. I don’t think they’re coming back to the pool.

You, I thought I knew you You I cannot judge You, I thought you knew me This one laughing quietly underneath my breath Nightswimming

Okay, um, this feels great, but ya know, it’s a bit weird skinny dipping alone at a party. There are about twenty people in the house, two flopping like fish under that tree back there, and me alone, al fresco in the pool. What’s wrong with this picture?

What the? Hey, who turned on the floodlight? I’m squinting and trying to shade my eyes.

“STEVE! OH MY GOD! YOU’RE NAKED!”

Chris, the host, seems flabbergasted. I can’t imagine why. We told her we were going skinny dipping. Didn’t she believe us? I guess not.

“Well, yeah, Chris. We said we were going swimming. Did you think we’d be fully clothed? By the way, I’m getting out now. If you don’t mind, can you cut that flood light for a minute?”

Thankfully, Chris shuts the light off. Nobody wants to see this guy outside the pool in his birthday suit. Phew, George didn’t steal my clothes. I won’t have to go streaking through the house.

Nightswimming, remembering that night

It would have been nice if someone else had joined me in the pool. It’s still a beautiful evening for a moonlight swim. At least there’s still beer on ice.

Thanks to KiKi Walter for the prompt, and all the rest at Suite 1984. I hope to see more stories of aquatic nakedidity from the likes of MarkfromBoston, Margie Willis, Reece Reid, Michael L Butler, KiKi Walter, Scot Butwell, Scott Younkin, Jameson Steward, Rodrigo S-C, Judy Derby BSc., Adrienne Beaumont, Cliff Hightower, David Perlmutter, David Rudder, David B. Clear, logan coward, Karen Rand Anderson, Lu Skerdoo,

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