The kayak slipped across the inky-black lake. The only light was from glitter of the stars reflecting off the deadly calm surface of water and the full moon as it made its ascent. The paddle dipped, first left, then right, then dripped...hung briefly in mid-stroke and dipped again, pulling water, stretching muscles. His shoulders rippled like the water in his wake.
Darkness fell around him, enveloping him in its comforting embrace. The sounds of the night—of bullfrogs and crickets—sang a melody with the steady plunge of the paddles.
He loved the night. But he loved the water even more, especially when he was in his kayak and there wasn't a soul around but the creatures of the night. He paced himself, wanting to rid the day's stress. Sweat and water dripped from his black hair, tendrils sticking to his forehead. He shook it out of his eyes, and blinked away the perspiration.
Not much longer now and he'd be across the lake, heading toward the bay where he longed for a swim.
Samantha had no idea her bay on the lake would be invaded tonight. She had packed up her camping gear and headed to the island earlier in the day. She was able to take a much-needed vacation and had planned to enjoy the solitude for the entire weekend. Nothing like a midnight skinny-dip to clear the senses.
She had built a fire and tossed on a log before stripping down to nakedness. Her long, brown hair fell past her shoulders. She kicked off her sandals and walked toward the beach. Her muscles ached after paddling from the mainland, but she was athletic and well-toned. Her legs were long and lean, and she had spent the day in the sun, turning her skin to a darker golden tone. The good thing about being secluded on an island, she thought, with a smile...no tan lines.
Sam traipsed across the sand dunes to the water's edge, feeling free and secure in the nude. She tripped along waterline, jolting skyward when the cold wetness hit her toes, sending goosbumps dancing along her skin.
"Damn, that's cold!" She shivered, bending at the waist to scoop up water in her palms and lather her arms before diving in.
In a flash, Samantha was under water and after the initial shock, she relaxed, sluiced through the darkness and kicked back above the surface. Gasping, she flipped her hair out of her eyes, and floated to her back. Gliding, she paddled freely, enjoying how the water hugged her skin, and how her nipples puckered intensely.
From five hundred feet out, the man saw the flicker of light from a campfire in the bay. He didn't expect to have company tonight. Maybe he'd just go in close enough and see how many people were on the island. He hoped there weren't too many, and even if there were, he'd just head to the other side.
But as he eased closer, he couldn't see anyone and the only mode of transportation was the loan kayak washed up on the beach. He scanned the area, and listened intently.
He could hear something in the water...
Samantha felt relaxed, refreshed and invigorated from her midnight dip. She headed toward the beach, easing herself upright when she hit the shallow water.
Her hair hung like ropes of gold in the moonlight, and her bronzed skin tingled in the cool air.
She was beautiful. If only he could swallow the lump that had formed in his throat...the lump in his swimming trunks was another matter entirely. He eased his hands between his legs to calm his erection, but it only made matters worse. His prick stiffened to his touch, watching the erotic mermaid as she walked up on the shore in all of her naked splendor.
In his mind, he couldn't fantasize this well. What would she think if he joined her on the beach? What would she do if he seduced her? He was awestruck...all he could do was watch.
Samantha stepped into her shorts but left her shirt off. She wrapped her hair in a towel, and strolled over to the fire. Sitting on a nearby blanket, she reached over and turned on a portable radio and the soft country sounds of Tim McGraw sounded out across the bay.
He watched her, his kayak drifting slowly toward the shore, but not so close as to give up his secrecy. She was still topless and he was still hard.
Samantha ran her hands over her breasts, surprised to see her nipples were still rock. Easing herself to a horizontal position on the blanket, she began to caress her stomach, her thighs, and pinch her nipples. She bent her legs, then dropped her knees, slipping her right hand into her shorts, as her other still played with and stroked her breasts.
He watched, fascinated. His cock jerked, straining to get out. He had to stroke himself while he watched her. What would she do next?
Samantha let out a tiny moan, wiggled in her shorts and rolled her erect buds between her thumb and forefinger. Both hands were soon on her mound, as her hips rocked in slow motion. Sliding her shorts down to her thighs, she lifted her long legs into the air and peeled them the rest of the way off. Tossing them aside, she spread her legs wide on the blanket.
He was almost coming in his hand. His cock was dripping pre-cum and he had no idea how close his kayak was to shallow water until he nudged up on a sand bar. He only prayed that she didn't see him, or hear him for that matter.
