When my sister-in-law asked me to meet her on the dock at the lake of the campground we were at, I had no idea what she had in mind. She's been happily married to her husband for over a year, and while the hour that she wanted to meet me was late, I thought nothing about it. I figured that she and Joe wanted someone to drink with, or even if she wanted to go skinny-dipping, that there would be other people there. I was hoping for the latter, since it had been about two years since I'd seen her naked in a cabin she'd shared with her sister and me.
When I got to the dock, she was there all by herself. She was wearing a simple dress that she had made for herself (we do historical re-enactments, and I was wearing a long tunic and belt myself).
"I wanted to thank you for representing me in the tournament today," she said. Her speech was a little slurred. I'm sure she'd had a little to drink, but wasn't really all that drunk. "You want to go swimming?" It was a clear, warm night, moonless. Perfect swim weather.
"Sure," I said. "Where's Joe?"
"He's off getting drunk with his buddies. You know, you owe me."
"For what?" I asked.
"I know that you saw me naked at that event two years ago, and now it's your turn."
I'm not the Mr. Olympia type, but I'm not afraid to take my clothes off. "It's a good thing that there's no moon tonight, or you'd be blinded by the reflection off my pale skin." I burn when even in moonlight; I'm not the most tanned person.
"That's okay, just get naked," she commanded.