It was a day in May, just after Memorial Day weekend and as summer was about to peek its head out. I went on my own up to Cape Cod as I like to do every year; I go away from everything and spend a week up there by myself. I visit the sites, go whale watching, maybe play a little mini-golf, and of course go to the lakes and the Bay. The great part about it is that there is nobody up here - everyone has gone away by now back to their lives after the Memorial Day weekend, and the crowds haven't come up for the summer like they do in July and August. The downside is that the bays and oceans are far too cold to swim in. That is, except, for one of the freshwater ponds: Gull Pond.
The beauty of Gull Pond is that it runs about a half a mile each way and another quarter of a mile across, and then it connects to some smaller ponds. When I drove up that day, as I suspected, no one was there. This was my ideal situation, though it's happened on occasion someone may be walking their dog nearby or casting a line in to fish. But on this day, it was sunny, the trees were in full bloom, and I could see no one around. Even the scattered houses that lined the pond - about six or seven in all spread out across its circumference - seemed to be free of people.
This let me be free to let it hang out... all of it.
I started this almost out of curiosity a few years before. I'm an avid swimmer, and I keep myself in great shape; I'm six foot four, 185 pounds, and most of it is muscle. While I do jog and I do lift weights, there is nothing that gets me moving more than swimming. I love being able to get a full workout, all across my body, without needing to break a sweat. But the one problem I find is being at the pool at the gym or at the local town swim center, you always have to keep your swim suit on. One day when I was up here at Gull Pond, however, I decided with no one else around to take a try and see what it would be like to go 'au naturale' and take my swim trunks off. It was a revelation! I loved it!
I'm not sure I consider myself a consistent nudist - I don't need to worry too much about burning as I'm a mixed-race man, my father was a dark black man from the ghetto, and my mother was a lilly-white Irish lady - but if I don't have to wear clothes I prefer it. Of course, I won't try to be offensive, but if no one else is around, who's it going to hurt? But the best part is just having that water surrounding me, being free from the suit, and having my 6-inch cock out (when soft) in the water is also comfortable... and a turn on. Yes, even with it being cold water (but not so cold as to be unswimmable), I found myself sometimes getting the most erect than I ever could before with me under the water. The erections might go away, or I could swim far enough to get even more seclusion and masturbate. What made it especially great was that I wouldn't beat off for about four of five days before coming to the pond, and my orgasms felt stronger and juicier that way.
And all this led me to this day.
On this day, I parked the car, walked down, set my stuff by a table on the little beach that's by the main entrance to the lake, and then proceeded to take off my clothes. When I first did this, I was so nervous I took my swim-suit in my hand as I continued to swim around just in case someone came by and I could quickly put it back on. I figured though, after the first year, that my skin color made it so even if someone saw me from far away or from one of the beach houses, they wouldn't be able to see through under the water to see my business hanging around. So this year, I just took off my bathing suit (why I even wore it *to* the pond I'm sure I don't know, force of habit I guess) and got into the water.
It's difficult to describe how it's not just the swimming that attracts me to this pond, but the quiet and serenity that is out of this world. You go in the water and you are so far from any city, so far from the rest of the world it seems like, and despite the occasional bird call or gust of wind, you don't hear anything out there in the water. It's like I can meditate out there like I can never do elsewhere - sort of like when your mind drifts in the shower - and that's what I was doing that day.
My regiment, so to speak, was to swim across the entire pond and back. This wasn't something for beginner swimmers, and it took me a while to work up to it. Needless to say, there is no lifeguard out there, so I was putting my life in my hands every time I did this. But I pace myself when swimming far distances, and do spurts as people who run will do bursts of sprinting and then come back to a trot. On this day, I decided first to not swim all the way from my side of the beach to the end of the pond (where it connects to the next pond), but to swim across its width instead of down the whole length. In the first minute, I felt myself get hard as a rock, which does make swimming full speed a little awkward, but it went down just as quickly.
What caught me by surprise was when I got to the other side of the pond.
I must have zoned out into such a meditative trance, in my own head hearing nothing but the sounds of my arms and hands going through the water and my feet and legs right behind, that I didn't hear the door close on the back porch of one of the houses. I got my head up near it and saw lying down in a beach chair one of the most beautiful things I'd ever seen: she had short red hair which was cut almost like a boy. She had tits that were about perfect 36 C cups or maybe B cups on the low end, like peach-sized but with a little more heft. She wasn't very skinny but she wasn't too heavy either, but she wore a two peace bathing suit anyway. She had long legs and a perfect feet. She could have been Christina Hendricks but with a slightly smaller bust. She had on sunglasses and looked like she was looking away.
My first impulse was to swim away - I started to feel a stir in my cock, but not yet to full erectness - until she turned her head and saw me looking at her. I couldn't have been more than fifteen feet away from where the back porch meets the water, but she sat up and smiled.
"Hey there, stranger," she said, smiling.
"Oh, hello!" I responded, in a voice that must've made me sound like a nervous fifteen year old. "I didn't hear you come out."
"It's hard to hear people over the water," she said. "I'm Cat."
"I'm Bailey."
"Bailey, hey, that was my dog's name when I was a kid!"
"Far out."
She got up on her feet and got closer to me. She paused and then smiled again. I wondered if she saw me... in full. No, she couldn't have. Not right away. Right?
"How you liking the weather today?" I kept swimming the whole time just to keep me up, though I could have been on my feet at the level due to the shallowness of the water.
"It's perfect. I can't believe you're out there in the water though!" She laughed a little.
"Yeah, I guess it's my thing."
"No, no I mean, I thought *I* was the one who liked to swim at this time of year. Or that anyone even comes up here... certainly, someone who looks like you." She was staring into my eyes. She was so pretty; she seemed at that moment more like a Disney princess, with a high squeaky voice and little freckles.
"It's my yearly ritual. I just love it. And the best thing is, no one comes up here!"
"I know, right!"
"It's so damn peaceful. But I'm-"
"What?" She looked a little concerned at my pause.
"I don't want to intrude on you. You seemed to be enjoying yourself, like, by yourself."
"No, I'll join you! Let's go swim together!"
As the words 'Swim together' came out of her mouth, she reached around and started to untie her bikini top.
