Sinny Dipping with the Bad Girl

Author's notes: This is just a fun summertime romp for the

Literotica Summer Lovin' Story Contest 2024

with no drama (well, okay... maybe a little drama). Your honest vote is greatly appreciated.

This fictional work contains a scene of forced (non-consensual) nudity.

All characters are 18 and older.

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Climbing the tall iron gate was easy, though the spikes at the top were tricky. My heart pounded when I dropped into the dark back yard on the other side, ready to scale the gate again if an alarm went off.

It's just a quick dip in their pool,

I thought to myself.

It's 2:00am and they're out of town. They'll never even know. What's the harm, anyway?

All was silent. The gate into the backyard was at the end of a walkway along the side of the Mason's house, the most opulent home in the neighborhood. Towering cedar hedges surrounded the expansive yard, making it very private. The back of the house loomed dark over a stone patio with outdoor furniture in shadow. I peered through the sliding patio doors into the kitchen. Clocks on appliances glowed, but there was no one.

The enormous pool took up most of the yard. The water glittered dark and inviting, reflecting the dim light from distant streetlamps and the pervasive glow of the city. At the far end of the yard sat a large wooden shed that looked almost like a child's playhouse.

I felt guilty being there, but my parents were away, all my friends were out of town, and the damn heatwave that had squatted over the city for weeks had driven me crazy. I couldn't wait to get into the pool and cool off.

While walking towards the deep end and looking into the dark water, hurried footsteps came from the dark by the hedge. Someone slammed into my side, toppling me into the inky cool water.

I fought for the surface, every sound muffled. Emerging, I treaded water, sputtering and blowing stinging chlorinated water from my nose, turning all around looking for the attacker.

A woman's voice pierced the dark. "You picked the wrong house to rob, fucker. Stay there and throw whatever you have on you onto the deck of the pool. Knife, gun—everything."

My guts tightened sickeningly. I'd just finished my first year of college and was waiting for my summer job to start. A police record for criminal trespass would ruin everything.

"I don't have any weapons!" I said. "I'm not a burglar! I live a few blocks away. With my parents. They're friends of the Masons. I just wanted to cool off, that's all. Mr. Mason invited me to use the pool anytime."

The voice said, "Then he would have given you the combination to the gate."

"Well, he did invite me. Okay... it was when I was fourteen. And was to be only when they were home. But they're at their summer cottage or somewhere. I didn't think they'd mind."

After a pause, she said, "Get your clothes off. Throw them on the deck."

"The fuck? Why?"

"No weapons? That's how you prove it."

"There's no damn way I'm going to—"

"Handcuffed in a patrol car in soaked clothes will be uncomfortable, don't you think? Strip. Do it! Do it now!"

I had to submerge to pull off my t-shirt, then again to remove my shorts, underwear and shoes. I flung each into the dark toward the voice.

Treading water, I waited, feeling foolish and exposed, my mind feverishly inventing apologies, excuses and pleas for mercy.

"No wallet or ID," said the voice. "No phone, either."

"Didn't think I'd need any of that. We don't have air conditioning. Couldn't sleep so I went out for a walk. I've swum here lots of times when the Masons have their pool parties. When I walked by here, I got the idea to... well, you know."

"Hop the fence and skinny dip?" she said.

"I was going to keep my underwear on, but yeah. It was a dumb idea. I'm very, very sorry."

Another pause. "Someone's been breaking into houses around here, so I heard. That you?"

"Look," I said, "for one, the house has an alarm. And if I was going to break in, wouldn't I have tools or something? Be wearing a ski mask?"

"Hmm. Good point. Okay, get out and stand at the edge of the pool. Don't run."

"I'm not going to go running down the street naked, am I?" I said as I swam to the pool ladder and climbed out. I stood, hands covering my crotch, searching the dark for the woman.

"Why so shy?" she said. "You're in good shape. Okay, I'm coming towards you. Don't move an inch."

She emerged from the dark, edging toward me cautiously in some kind of fighting stance. She was medium height with a slender build, a pretty face and hair falling to just below her ears. And she was completely, utterly, naked.

"I've been skinny dipping here every night since they left," she said, watching my reaction.

She seemed to be close to my age or a little older. Her breasts were modest but perfect for her slender frame. The dim light gave her smooth skin a delicious soft glow. The gap between her thighs was in shadow, but hinted she wasn't completely shaved.

"Wow," she said, lips curling into a half smile. "Never seen a guy's jaw actually drop. You've never seen a woman naked in real life, have you?"

I clamped my mouth shut and took a breath. "No... of course I have. I've had girlfriends. A girlfriend."

"Why isn't she with you?"

"She moved away for college last year. We decided to end things."

"So now you're lonely and walk around at 2:00am looking for places to rob?"

"Geez! I just wanted to swim!"

She straightened and relaxed, but still eyed me with caution. She gestured to my hands over my crotch. "Are you hiding a boner?"

I parted my hands and looked down. I was not excited.

"This is hardly a sexy situation," I said.

She eyed my cock and slid her gaze over my body from head to toe. My face reddened, but I kept my hands by my sides. Let her look.

She gave an approving nod and said, "You're right. This isn't sexy. Nudity doesn't equal sex."

"Can I get dressed now? I'll leave. You were here first."

"Gonna leave a strange girl in your neighbor's backyard? Maybe

I'm

the burglar."

"I doubt you'd be naked."

"So, maybe I'm a kinky burglar. But yeah, another good point."

"Who are you?" I said. "I've never seen you around. Do you know the Masons?"

"I don't live in the city," she said. "Just visiting. Staying at a relative's place."

"Relatives who are okay with you going out at 2:00am to skinny dip?"

She shrugged. "Your parents don't mind you doing the same?"

I explained my parents were traveling for their 20th anniversary and I had the house to myself, how my summer job hadn't started and probably wouldn't now that it was mid-July, but that would let me get a jump on studying for next semester at college except I hadn't been able to sleep or concentrate because of the heat and my friends were all out of town and—

"Okay, okay," she said, holding up a palm. "Don't need your life story. You nervous or something? Or you always talk that much?"

"I just got caught trespassing and I'm standing naked in front of a gorgeous naked girl. So yeah, I'm a little nervous! Now, can I get dressed and get out of here?"

She regarded me for a long moment, amused, then said slowly, "You know... it's a gigantic pool. Think we can be partners in crime and just swim? If you keep your distance."

"Uh... swim naked?"

"Shouldn't bother a bad boy like you. Doesn't bother a bad girl like me. Just keep your voice down and no splashing. I don't want to get caught."

"Me neither."

"If you try touching me," she said, "the people who live here are gonna find your corpse at the bottom of the deep end."

"What? I would never... I'm not an asshole. I'm not like that."

She scanned me again. "Yeah. I think you actually might be okay. C'mon... it's hot. I want to swim."

She turned and walked to the pool ladder. Her long legs led to a firm, beautifully generous bum. I followed, feeling off balance and amazed. Whoever she was, trespassing and being naked with a stranger didn't faze her much.

Halfway down the ladder, she looked me over again, almost leering.

"Uh, same for you," I said. "No touching."

"Challenge accepted," she said and pushed off the ladder into the dark water.

~~~~

We kept to opposite sides of the pool. At first, she kept wary eyes on me, but as I swam quietly or just floated, careful to keep to my side, she seemed to relax and enjoy herself.

The peculiar feel of water flowing over my bare cock and ass felt weird but incredible. After a while the strangeness faded and it felt almost normal.

In the back of my mind was a constant worry we'd get caught, but I reasoned that wasn't likely: the Mason home stood in the middle of a cul-de-sac, the street ending in a paved circle just large enough to turn a car around in. Two other houses stood a good distance away on either side. Before climbing into the back yard, I noted the neighboring houses were dark as the Mason's with no cars in the driveways.

Whoever she was, she seemed at home in the water and swam with effortless grace—mostly floating on her back, sculling her arms languid and carefree, breasts parting the water as she watched the stars. Sometimes she flipped under the water and swam the entire length of the pool without surfacing, then lazily sculled back on the surface and did it again.

I mostly floated and did gentle breaststrokes from one end to the other, the quietest swimming stroke I knew.

After a while, I rested, clinging to the pool edge. She swam near and held onto the edge, well out of reach.

"You're a great swimmer," I said.

"Life-guarded a few summers."

"Me too! There's a big pool at the park about three blocks from here. I was a lifeguard every summer all through high school."

"Any drownings?"

"Nope. Just the usual slip and falls, nosebleeds, and horseplay turned into fights."

"Same. Why don't you go swim there?"

"Too crowded with kids," I said. "So, of course the water is—"

"—fifty percent piss," she said with a tight grin.

I grinned back. "It's around ninety percent at that particular pool, but yeah. So what's your name? I'm—"

"Shh! I don't want to know. With the trespassing, the less we know about each other the better."

"Oh. Right. I guess."

She pushed away from the edge and floated. "First time skinny dipping?"

"Yeah," I said. "It's weird, but pretty great. It helps that it's night and the water's dark."

"I could turn on the underwater lights," she said, teasing. "Gotta be a switch around somewhere."

"You'd have to break in. It's inside, on the wall beside the patio doors."

"So you really have been here before," she said.

"Lots of times, though haven't been swimming in this pool for a while. Every year the Mason's have a pool party. I have to come with my folks, but only the little kids get to swim. Adults are expected to mingle."

"People get so boring when they grow up. I'd be in the pool playing right along with the kids."

"Yeah," I said, "It's hard pretending to be interested in adult conversations when the kids are having epic battles with super soakers."

She stretched out to float on her back and lazily paddled away with her arms.

I pushed off and swam a few lengths, giving her space and trying not to gawk. Her carefree nature and lack of concern being naked helped me relax.

We swam and floated separately. She didn't seem as wary, but still kept to her side of the pool. I wanted to know everything about her, but clearly she wasn't interested in talking.

After half an hour, she swam to the pool ladder and climbed up. At the top, she threw her head back, water arcing from her hair, her breasts jutting beautifully. When she stepped onto the pool deck, she brushed water from her arms and chest, breathing from her exertions, her slim body glowing in the low light. She took a deep breath and, looking at me, smiled with a satisfied tiredness.

She was beyond lovely, a vision of vitality and grace, beautiful and so confident.

She went to stretch out on one of the cushioned chaise lounges arranged in a row near the hedge. I exited the water too, the muggy air welcome now that I had cooled down.

"Don't have to stop because I did," she said. "I just need a break."

"Me too," I said, laying back on the lounger beside her.

We rested in amiable silence. There was so much I wanted to ask her, and things I wanted to say, but knew she would swat me down.

"You seriously don't have air conditioning?" she said.

"We're not rich. We had a window unit we ran at night, but it died. Now with the heat wave, we can't buy one anywhere."

"Back home, we have window units too."

"Guess I can't ask where that is, huh?"

"Right."

"I love looking at the stars," I said after a moment.

"What stars? There are hardly any," she said.

"It's a big city. Lots of light pollution."

"Back home I can see the Milky Way and everything."

"Hmm. So home is a rural area or a small town."

"Don't," she said. "Don't try figuring out where I'm from or who I am."

"Can't help it," I said. "Just stop giving clues. Hey... a meteor." I pointed as a brief fireball flicked across the sky.

"Saw two the night before last," she said.

"It's the start of the Perseid meteor shower. There'll be more and more until mid-August. Lots will be bright enough to see, even from here in the city."

"You some kind of science geek?"

"Come on, everyone knows about the Perseids. It's the most famous meteor shower."

"Only a geek would say that," she said with a chuckle.

The silence grew again as I mulled things I could ask until a yawn escaped.

"Oh, look what you started," she said, yawning too. "Don't you know yawns are contagious?"

"I'd better get home," I said. "It must be close to 4:00am now."

She sat up and stretched in a wonderful display. "I could sleep out here all night. Probably be a bad idea."

"Especially if the Masons' pool boy comes around."

"A scene right out of a porno."

Counting off on my fingers, I said, "Lives in a small town, obsessively watches porn..."

She kicked my chair. "I do not! And stop guessing! Everyone has seen porn sometime."

"Only a porn addict would say that," I said with a grin. She kicked my chair again.

She watched as I struggled into my soggy clothes. I didn't mind the clammy damp—it would keep me cool on the walk home.

When I climbed the gate and jumped down onto the walkway outside, she was there behind the gate, still naked but holding her own clothes. The brighter light gave a clearer view of her. She was fit but not wiry, with faint freckles splashed across her nose. Her eyes were an intriguing green-gray. Below, her pussy was neatly trimmed.

"Your mouth fell open again," she said, amused. "Come back tomorrow?"

"Oh. Wow. I'd love to, but... sure you want me to?"

She nodded. "I liked this."

"Should I bring a swimsuit?"

"Now, where's the fun in that?"

~~~~

Back home, the house was still roasting despite leaving windows open and every fan going full blast. I flopped into bed just as the sky lightened, excited at meeting the mysterious girl.

Who was she? If she was visiting, how did she know about the Mason's pool? Had she scouted the neighborhood for a suitable place to sneak into? Maybe: there weren't many pools in our lower middle-class neighborhood. There had been no cars parked on the street anywhere near the house, so she had to have been close enough to walk.

Maybe she was homeless and had a backpack and sleeping bag hidden somewhere in the back yard. No. In the daylight there would be no place to hide. Plus, the Masons had a pool and landscape service tending the place—I'd seen them and their trucks there many times.

There was something about her I couldn't explain. I knew I'd never seen her before but felt some tenuous connection. I wanted to learn everything about her, yet the mystery added to the excitement of trespassing and being naked with her. She sure wasn't one for conversation.

I dozed on my sweaty sheets while a rattling pedestal fan buffeted my body with muggy heated air, curtains drawn tight against the summer day.

I dreamed of swimming in dark water, the silky flow over my bare skin. Then she was beside me, matching my strokes with effortless grace. Soon that became the sensation of her hands caressing me everywhere as I caressed her—face, breasts and then lower, eagerly exploring her lean body, so different from my curvy ex-girlfriend.

I woke around noon, consumed by a voracious horniness. I tried jerking off to thoughts of her, struggling to hold on to the sensations in my fading dream, but couldn't finish. Beautiful as she was, it seemed like betraying our understanding that nudity wasn't sexual to think of her that way.

We had agreed to meet at 1:00am. It was the longest wait of my life. I busied myself with chores around the house and my ongoing experiments with fan placement for optimal airflow. I cooled off with quick cold showers. I would have mowed the lawn, but it died weeks before when the city had to impose water restrictions.

Night finally arrived, but again offered no relief from the terrible heat and humidity. When it was time to leave, I stuffed a towel into a backpack and hurried out.

Except for the competing chirps of crickets, the streets were silent—every window dark and most driveways empty. It seemed everyone had fled the baking city for a lake or anywhere cooler. Longing filled me each time I passed a house emitting the low buzz of an air conditioner.

All three houses at the end of the Mason's cul-de-sac were still dark and silent. At the backyard gate I cinched the straps of my backpack tight and climbed over, eager for the pool. Eager for her.

"Hey," I whispered, scanning the shadows all around. "Are you here?"

The yard was silent and the pool a glassy expanse. I peered into the shadows at the rear of the house. No one. Disappointment settled over me at the thought she wouldn't show. Maybe she realized she was pushing her luck swimming with someone who knew the Masons. Or she left town or had enough of being drooled over by an inexperienced younger guy.

The gate rattled. I ran over to see her climbing. At the top, she got her shorts caught on a spike, but she freed them before I could reach up to help unsnag her. She dropped silently into the back yard.

"Hiya," she said, beaming.

Her tight t-shirt and hiking shorts hugged her slim frame, emphasizing her boobs and hips. Her eyes sparkled with mischief.

"I was worried you wouldn't show," I said.

"No way I'd miss this."

She strode to the back of the house, pulling off her t-shirt as she walked. In seconds, the rest of her clothes were off and piled on a patio chair. Catching me drinking in her nude form, she closed her eyes, raised her arms over her head then arched and stretched her body cat-like in a languid sensuous display.

Turning, she sauntered to the shallow end with, it seemed, a little added sway to her hips and hopped into the water.

I snapped my gaping mouth shut, stripped and hurried in. Again, the sensation of the cool water on my bare ass and dick was unsettling but exhilarating.

She waited, watching as I waded to where she stood waist deep. When I reached her, she ducked down until only her head showed. I did the same, waving my arms around under the water, careful to give her distance.

"Oh, I waited all day for this," I said.

"The pool? Or for me?" she said.

"Ooookay," I said. "How about I was waiting to be with you in the pool?"

She smiled. "Good answer." She looked me up and down. "So, what do you want to do tonight, bad boy? Got any ideas?"

I couldn't miss her smoky look, but no part of my mind could believe it. There was no way she meant what I thought. "Uh, yeah," I said. "I have one. Wait here."