Skinny-dipping

He appreciates the sunsets, as few people do. That's a good place I guess.

I turned my head to the side and gazed at him as all of the colors played across the planes of his chiseled face. His brown eyes are captivated by the quickly changing colors, taking them in as they bend and change as night steadily falls. I could tell he's soaking them up and trying to make them last in his memory.

He sees beauty in things that many people overlook.

"You know, it's not polite to stare."

A second passed and I uttered a choice word under my breath, knowing he'd caught me in a rare sentimental moment.

I hated being mushy.

He tended to bring that out in me.

I snorted and shook my head.

"Course not. You have something on your face."

He laughed and elbowed my side. "I do not. You were just staring at me. I must look extra pretty tonight or something."

I let the crickets chirping fill the silence for a few moments. "I maintain my original statement."

Now it's his turn to snort. "All the more reason to get in. The water will wash any of this imaginary gunk off my face."

"James..."

"It's almost dark, Nadz. No one's here to see. Come on, before it gets too cool out." He stood and stretched. His cheeks were pink with heat, or maybe excitement for our monthly ritual. Any time he got to see me naked his cheeks turn pink.

"I have you to keep me warm." I countered back slowly, admiring the way his stretch made his shirt ride up. The dark hairs on his stomach that lead down into his shorts caught the sunlight. He noticed me looking again.

It sent a thrill through me.

"Come on," he half pleaded, half laughed.

"I'm coming," I sighed.

He grinned, the dimple on his chin making an appearance. I shook my head and stood, stretching slightly as my body protested from sitting still for so long as we watched our sunset. I'll indulge him and he knows it. It's only once a month that we come up here, after all. A secluded lake high up on the hills that i discovered while on a soul-searching trip. It was so calm and quiet and undisturbed. I wasn't sure who the land belonged to, but I was pretty sure we were the only ones to venture up here in years. The path was overgrown and wild, with barely enough room to drive up his car.

"Less thinking, more stripping," he playfully chided. I nodded and blushed, peeling my tank top off my sweaty body. I unbuttoned my jeans, wincing as the sweat made them stick to my underwear. I flung them to the ground in a heap, stuck disgustingly together. Unhooking my bra, I swallowed my brief embarrassment and added it to the pile on the ground.

There.

I was naked. I hate being naked period - being naked out in the open was whole other issue. It had taken him months to convince me to go completely nude during our ritual. James had no shame though, and had stripped down without any coaxing on our first trip here over a year ago. He had claimed that a sparkling lake and a hot day wasn't something he could resist. I had laughed as he jogged down to the water that first day, his bare white ass practically blinding me in the sunlight. I was hesitant to go skinny dipping, especially in a new place that anyone could see, but...James had a way of convincing me of doing things I wouldn't normally do. His kind eyes and charming smile made anyone melt. So, I had stripped down after several visits and joined him.

It was as exhilarating as it was scary.

Taking a deep breath, I let myself revel in how liberating it was to stand in the muggy twilight by the lake, free of restricting clothes. I heard him tromp through the grass towards me, his footsteps loud and heavy. Closing my eyes, I smiled as his hand brushed my shoulder. His body throbbed with heat against my back, his hard, dewy chest pressed flush against my backside. I grinned wider.