Carol had already started walking across the parking lot toward the pond. “Oh, don’t worry about it, Casper,” she said in a more normal, cheerful tone of voice. She suddenly tugged her t-shirt up over her head and dropped it deliberately on the gravel of the parking lot. She called over her shoulder, without slowing down, “It’s easier to just skinny dip, don’t you think?”
I froze, staring after her. She kept moving, reaching behind her back to unhook her plain white bra. She shrugged it off her shoulders, let it dangle down beside her from one hand, then turned slightly and let it drop to the group, her posture giving me a glorious expanse of side-boob to appreciate.
My feet started moving without my guidance, but I was quickly in agreement with them. I could barely keep myself from sprinting as I moved quickly to catch up, tugging my own shirt off and following her example by tossing it to the ground as well.
Carol had to have heard me hustling to catch up and I felt rather than saw her smile. She didn’t turn so I could see. It occurred to me that she must be feeling some level of relief. She had just taken a huge risk, after all. What if I had not followed her?
As if I could possibly have resisted this fucking fox.
She wiggled her hips as she tugged the waistband of her shorts off them next, then she paused to push the shorts to her feet and kick them aside. This had clearly not been her plan when she had dressed that morning. Her panties were plain, white, and utilitarian, completely covering her backside. They were even a little worn. And her ass looked simply fantastic in them anyway.
Her ass looked even more fantastic three steps later as Carol reached the dock at the edge of the pond. She paused and shoved the panties off and literally kicked them away. I was frantically undoing the fly of my shorts as I followed, letting them fall to the ground.
Now Carol was naked except for her canvas shoes, and she turned to look at me, smiling when she saw my state of dress. I was still in my charcoal gray briefs and my shoes and socks. A naked woman (especially this naked woman) looks cute in nothing but her shoes. A naked guy in his shoes looks like a doofus, a fate I desperately wanted to avoid, so I stepped onto the narrow strip of grass between the gravel parking lot and the dock and kicked off my Nikes. I still managed a brief moment of doofus anyway, because I almost lost my balance as I hoped around while pulling off my socks.
I wanted to stop and just stare at Carol, but I now was afraid I was looking like a horny child, so I just kept stripping. I tugged my briefs off over my swelling cock (couldn’t do anything about that, and wasn’t sure I wanted to) and stepped onto the dock next to her.
Now I stared at her, just long enough to drink her in. Carol is tallish, over five and a half feet, and was in amazing shape. A life of outdoor activity and strenuous exercise left her muscular in a sleek, not bulky way, though her love of those chocolate mocha lattes she was always drinking kept her from having any real, visible definition in those muscles. Her belly was smooth, with a navel that was just barely an outie. Her breasts were large enough to be impressive, but not huge. To be honest, they were about the only place she showed even a trace of her age, as they hung just little heavily. What must they have looked like when she was my age?
But fuck, they were still gorgeous. Lightly freckled, just like her face, they were surmounted by small, round, pink, and puffy aureoles upturned slightly as if begging for attention. Her nipples were also eager, poking out in obvious excitement.
Carol had stood still while I took in her naked body, possibly to let me have a good look at her (this woman knew that she was still hot as hell), but I hoped it was also so that she could watch as my cock finished its hardening, swinging around and upward to appreciative attention.
I was certainly encouraged by her appreciation of my current state. I mean, I still had one doubt: Was I just skinny dipping with Carol, or was I going to get to skinny dip in her?
“Wow,” I breathed.
Carol giggled in reply. “Yes, it is gorgeous out here,” she said, kicking off her shoes. “I love the sound of all the kids when things are going here, but I also love the beauty of solitude out here,” she said, deliberately misunderstanding what I was appreciating. “But last one in is a rotten egg!” she suddenly exclaimed gaily, and turned to the water, launching herself into the air.
Her delicious form knifed into the water cleanly, almost disappearing in the murky depth of the pond. I was barely a step behind her and splashed loudly as I cannonballed in. We both surfaced and tread water for a moment, looking into each other’s eyes.
Then Carol swung around in the water and launched into a powerful crawl out toward the wooden island in the middle of the pond where the diving boards and two lifeguard chairs were constructed. I swam after her. She was a great swimmer, but I am bigger and had once cherished delusions of swimming competitively at Penn, where I had gone for undergraduate. I beat her to the island. I grabbed the edge, as did she when she reached it.
“I didn’t ask,” Carol said, wiping her hair from her eyes. “Have you ever skinny dipped before?”
“Honestly? No,” I grinned.
“Ahh, the kids these days,” she said in a mock geezer tone. “No appreciation for the finer experiences in life.”
I laughed with her, then replied, “Oh, I appreciate lots of fine things…”
“Do you now,” ask Carol softly, and I was suddenly very encouraged about how things were going to go when I felt her hand reach out under the water and firmly caress my dick. The sudden immersion in the coldish water of the pond, and the brief swim had taken the edge off my erection, but Carol’s touch, followed by a few idle strokes, brought it back to granite.
I took a deep breath and reached out myself, touching Carol for the first time ever. My fingertips rested themselves on the firm curve of a breast. She smiled prettily and looked down into the water at my hand, whose caress had turned into an eager grasp. Her own hand tightened further on my prick in reply.
Then she laughed, a chuckle at first, becoming a full-throated laugh. I grinned at her inquiringly, and she said, “I did not expect to laugh today at all. I expected to be miserable, in fact. But… well, this is going to be fun!”
I leaned forward and kissed her. “Oooh,” she cooed, then kissed me back. Our kiss went at warp speed from a gentle, exploratory touch to passionate and fiery. Carol let go of the dock and wrapped her hand around my shoulders, supporting herself in the water on me. Her other hand never let go of my prick. Our tongues sprang out to fence against each other as we crushed our faces against one another. Damn, the cool caress of the water over our naked bodies was intense!