Tom Albright drawing in the summer Missouri morning. He wore his swimsuit and surfing shoes beneath his white T-shirt as he stood on the dock of his neighbor, Michelle Hawkins. She was a voluptuous woman of forty whom he just started a physical relationship the night before. She posed on her lounger for forty five minutes in her white robe in different positions before removing it so he could draw her naked. Her face was a little tired from lack of sleep, but aglow with the aftermath of great loving. The breeze was fresh enough to make the air perfect for outside nudity, and Tom's pencil flew over the paper.
Then, they moved over to a small waterfall Tom created at the brook that entered the Lake. There were a few wildflowers blossoming nearby, and Michelle put one in her hair before posing in front of the flowing water. He took some shots with his digital camera of her standing waist deep in the water with the waterfall behind her and the flower in her hair.
"This would be the perfect picture if we lived in the Sixties," she said. He nodded, and took some more shots.
Around 11:00, Tom called a halt. "I'm getting hot, and I'm going to jump in the cove right now."
"Sounds good," Michelle said. "You thirsty?"
"Yeah, some water would be nice."
"I'll get some." They walked hand in hand back to her dock; she left the flower in her hair. Putting her robe back on, she scampered lightly up the path to her own house. After she returned, he took a frosty bottle and got into an old inner tube to float across to his own dock.
"Where are you going?" she asked quizzically.
"Need to check on the kid." Tom's four year old daughter Amanda was playing at his Carefree Cove house on her computer as the adults worked on the dock.
"Why are you doing it that way? Floating over on an inner tube is slow."
"Can't swim."
"What?"
"Yes, I never learned how to swim. When I was a kid, every time I tried, I got a bad cold before I got the basics down. Later on I realized I was allergic to chlorine."
"Well, you should be able to do it in the Lake. How long have you lived here?"
"Ten years."
"And you never learned how to swim in your own cove?"
"Nope. Never had the urge."
"How did Amanda learn?" Amanda was Tom's four year old daughter, a blond angel whose horns balanced well on her halo. She was skinny, tanned all over and blonde, a bundle of energy.
"Gracie took her to water babies class." Gracie was Amanda's great-grandmother, and designated female presence in her life after the death of her mother. "My daughter is a natural; I'm never worried about her. I've got the life preserver stuff, but she'll most likely have to save me someday."
"Do you get into the water?"
"Oh, yes, I'm all right wading up to my chest. I can go a long way from my dock, but there's a dropoff between your dock and mine, so I can't wade over."
"I see. After you look in on Mandy, come back."
"Absolutely." On reaching his side, he got out of the tube awkwardly and walked up to the house and back. "She's fine, engrossed in a learning game," he said after returning. "I think she'll look for me when she wants lunch."
"Fine. Get in the water."
"What?"
"Get in the water. I want to try something."
Tom sat down on the dock and eased himself into the water. It came up to his thighs, but as he waded out it came up past his waist to mid-chest level. "This is as far as I'm comfortable going. The dropoff is right in front of me."
"All right." With a graceful dive, she entered the water and swam over in front of him, treading water. "You were right, there is a dropoff here."
"Yes. What do you have in mind?'
"I'm going to help you."
"Help me learn to swim?"
"You'll see." She took a huge breath and ducked under the water. It was murky, so he could only see the top of her head in front of him; she must be standing on the bottom. He looked up at the branches and cast a glance back toward the house.
Suddenly, he felt a tugging at his waistband: she was pulling off his suit underwater. At first, he tried to fight it, but relented as his cock sprang into open water. She surfaced with a big smile on her face. "What was that all about?" he asked with a puzzled look on his face.
"Well, I don't think it's been fair for me to be naked all morning and you still dressed. Doesn't your daughter ever see you naked?"
"Not for a year now. We swam and bathed naked when she was little, but she's growing up too fast, and I need to keep some decorum around her. In a year or so, I hope to get her in a swimsuit to go swimming here rather than stripping down. She needs to learn some modesty."
"Fair enough." She ducked underwater again, he looked around for his neighbor. A hand grasped his dick underwater, stroking and pulling at it. Tom had been fighting erections all morning, and the unexpected attack took him by surprise. A minute and or so later she surfaced, but kept her hand on him. "I noticed a lot of growing and shrinking this morning, and I want to ease the pressure. Not to mention finished something I began earlier this morning."
Tom blushed handsomely. "Well, blue balls aren't a lot of fun."
She went under once again to lick and nibble at his testicles. He couldn't believe the magic happening beneath the surface. She licked and sucked him in a way he thought impossible, and after a minute and a half of bliss, she disconnected and surged up for a deep breath.
"Wow," was the only thing he could say.
"Just wow?" Michelle asked, her hair hanging in ropes and water glistening off her cheeks.
"It's been too long, I just don't have words," he said awkwardly.
