She sheds her clothes next to pond's edge. The setting sun frames her body with a translucent quality that mirrors the heat building up inside her. Without even walking into the water she can already feel her spine tingling with expectation. The water will be warm. she knows it will embrace her body completely and when it meets her pelvis it will mask the warmth already there. She brushes her fingers down her thighs tentatively. She is rewarded by a rush of fluttering in her stomach. She plays with the idea of running her fingers between her legs and surrendering to that quick ecstasy but she will not. Not yet. she feels too good to have it end so fast.
She dives into the clear water in one fluid motion. The water kisses her body and penetrates her inner heat merging, nurturing, bonding. She spies her destination at the end of the pond. She can already feel the current that rushes into the pond from a nearby stream. Its pristine flow almost foams into the bigger space that is the pond. As she moves toward it, she remembers how she discovered this spot. She was taking a cooling bath on ahot summer day and she exited the pond through the stream. Even through her bathing suit she felt the current push against her navel and caress her clitoris. She had frozen in place, with her eyes half-closed, her pupils fully dilated and her lips parted. She had not moaned because she might not be alone. A mental note was filed in the back of her head. "I will return...ready."
As she reached the flows edge, she held on to the muddy sides of the bank and placed her knees on either side of the stream. Her fist clenched involuntarily as the rush of water penetrated her deeply. She started to sway back and forth trusting herself at the current. The foam felt like hundreds of hands kissing her breasts, her neck, her navel. She knew she had to stop soon or she would climax and she couldn't...not yet. She willed herself to bestride the stream and walked out slowly.
