It was a hot summer day in the shining sun. Perfect day for a dip. She was swimming out in our backyard pool, and looked oh so inviting in her bikini, at first taking laps but then settling for just lazily swimming, enjoying the heat-sucking water. I went upstairs and threw on some swimming trunks, ran outside and yelled a warcry as I cannon-balled into the pool to her shriek of playful surprise.
She immediately swam over to me slowly, only her squinting eyes stalking me above the surface. She got close and jumped up, landing on me and forcing me down before I could even get all the water out of my eyes. When I surfaced again, I saw her giggling and swimming away, yelping playful and screaming for help.
I swam after her, eventually caught an ankle and held her tight, her 'fighting' to get free. I kissed her suddenly and felt her go limp, then wrap her arms around me as I freed her. We kissed slow, sensual melting kisses for a few minutes, then I grabbed her tight again and jumped up with both of us, hitting the water and dragging her under with me to her squeal.
She kicked off of me and jumped for air, and I swam a little farther before I surfaced. She saw me and glared playfully, and swam after me. She was a much faster swimmer, I'm sad to say, and before I had even realized it, she had whipped off my trunks. I stopped, felt lower and felt only my manhood, then turned back to see her already climbing out of the other side of the pool, giggling as she took my trunks with her into the house.
I growled and swam towards the house, getting out as she was closing the door. I ran up, naked in the backyard and smiled innocently from the other side of the glass door. I tried the door. Locked, of course. I squinted at her, and she gave a surprised look at the lock and shrugged melodramatically. She pointed at my crotch.