This is a story straight from my imagination. Any correlation between the players in this story and actual people is purely coincidence. This story may not be duplicated or re-posted on another website or in any medium without the written consent of the author
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Picture this; you're walking through the woods one night. The full moon high and very bright, not a single cloud on this warm August night.
A gentle breeze softly caresses your skin.
Your walking along an overgrown path, you can tell it has not been used in some time, perhaps years even.
You come across a small lake, the moonlight dancing upon the water like the diamonds dancing in the night sky. Millions of stars show high above the trees that cast dark, yet welcoming shadows along where you walk.
Around the bend in the path ahead of you, you hear a splash in the water and see the wake created on the crest of the lake.
You suddenly know now that you are not alone.
A single swimmer comes into view. Unaware that you are there, he swims across the water with the skill and grace of a swan.
You duck behind a tree to watch this man enjoy what he thinks to be a private swim.
His long smooth strokes carry him from one end of the lake and back again. As he turns again, he stops mid stroke out and stands in the water. You can only see him from the waist up. Strong muscles ripple down his back as he stretches. You can see the strength in his arms as he flexes his biceps. His wet hair hangs in long waves just past his
shoulders. The color of his hair is light and reflects the light of the moon.
He turns, feeling he is being watched; you duck down hoping not to be seen. You watch him a moment longer and when he dips down under the water, you walk along the path to the other side of the lake, hoping to watch this Adonis from a better vantage point and not be seen.
As you reach a point on the path giving you a better view, you can see this man has set up a campsite only a few hundred yards from your cabin in this haven of nature.
The man you have been watching seems to have disappeared. The water is still and you don't see any sight of him in his camp. Just as you are about to turn to leave, is when he suddenly bursts through the water at the edge of the lake, like a demon from the depths of hell. He stands, unaware that he is being watched, and walks from the water. His naked body glistens from the water. You think to yourself that this must be some kind of sweet, almost erotic dream. No mortal man is made
like this.
He is tall you can see that clearly now. His long powerful strides carry him to a tree near the edge of the water, where he retrieves his towel. Just before he wraps himself in it, he turns and looks straight at you.
Though he is unsure of the feelings, he presumes it is only the animals watching him.