They say that Aphrodite was conceived when her brother Zeus came upon their father raping a woman and cut off his testicles. He threw them into the ocean, and Aphrodite was born β from this combination of violence, lust and water the goddess rose fully formed and aglow with her power.
He met me at the door. "Did you remember to bring your suit?" he asked.
"Sure, but I don't understand whyβ"
"Just come on. Why don't you follow me and we'll leave your car at the warehouse β then we'll ride together out to the lake."
"Wha .. . oh. Jet ski. I thought maybe there was a hot tub or something involved."
His eyes got that familiar glint and he grinned. "Baby, if we were going to be in a hot tub you wouldn't need a suit at all." He slid his arms around me and punctuated his statement with a slow, deep kiss. "I'd have you naked right from the start."
I guess I would have figured that out if I had thought about it much. But I did as he instructed and soon we were at the lake. I had my suit on under my regular clothes, and as he was getting the jet ski off the trailer and into the water I went ahead and stripped down. I was rubbing sunscreen on my shoulders and chest when he turned around. His eyes got wide as he checked me out from head to toe. "Wow. That's nice."
Why do you feel so much more naked in a bathing suit than if you're all the way nude? I wondered. This shouldn't be awkward, but damned if I wasn't blushing. My suit was not overwhelmingly revealing, but made good use of my best features. The top is cut kind of like an inverted-triangle, pointed at my bellybutton, with thin straps that come across the shoulders, crisscross in the back and then attach at the sides. The bottoms are boy-style briefs, low across the front and very short. There's also a matching bikini bottom, but not knowing what I was getting into today I didn't wear it.
He quickly got down to trunks and put our street clothes carefully into the truck. "Have you ever been on one of these things?"
"Probably, but if I have it's been a very long time." He had that quizzical look I always get when I people realize I don't remember things from my youth. No point explaining now why so much of it is blocked out.
"I'd better drive, then. How well can you swim?"
"Very well. That's not going to be a problem."
"Okay. I'll get on then help you climb up behind me. It's a lot like being on a motorcycle." And with that he dove in and swam away.
He was surprised that I was right behind him when he turned to look for me. "I thought you might be one of those who has to ease in slowly β
I laughed. "You should know me way better than that. Think about it. Have I ever taken anything slow, or wanted you to?"
That grin. "Uhhh . . .no. What was I thinking? So, are you ready to try this?"
"I suppose. You know, if you get me hurt out here there'll be a hell of a lot of explaining to do. My husband and family might just wonder what I was doing out on the lake with some guy they'd never heard of. And they'd never find my car."