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Rock of Ages, Chapter 1
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Rock of Ages, Chapter 1 It’s been a long hot summer and You, my Beast Lover, have taught me a new appreciation for baking in the sun. I don’t do it as often as You would wish maybe, but today I find myself having grown bored with chores and You being away so much because of work and I end up just wandering down to the pool with Pellegrino, smelllikesexallday oil and book in hand. I toss my stuff on one of the little tables and walk slowly into the pool, luxuriating in the feel of the water as it caresses each part of my body slowly, like hands, rather that the quick shock of a dive. Today I to feel…just feel. Today I sensation and awareness of those sensations and nothing else. Today I hedonism. So, I walk and the water swallows me bit by bit. When I reach waist depth, I stop and do a dolphin curl into the water…half playful and half graceful, my body arcs under into the coolness as quietly as a sigh. I feel the silkiness of my hair drift along my back as I push through the water in a lazy underwater breast stroke, twisting and coming up on my back. I can literally hang in the water this way, and I do, head back under the water, feet dangling down from bent knees, breasts pressed prominently toward the sun. I straighten up, tuck my knees a bit toward my chest and just float…hands swirling in the water for a moment…eyes scanning the bright blue cloudless sky. It’s a Saturday and I feel totally alone in the universe this day. There are no workers due here to work on the house, no landscapers to work on the yard. You were called in (albeit it growling) to work. I smile a little to myself and think “Fuck it, alone, who’s gonna see what I do?” I cant myself and stand in the shallows, look around once more to be sure alone and then untie and shed my pink barely there bathing suit top…grinning to myself as I think of My Beast’s description of the “postage stamp” top that always makes You growl. I toss it up onto the side of the pool and it lands with a wet splatting sound. I suddenly feel even more free, somehow even sexier because I am half “dressed” (if one could wearing a bathing suit bottom” dressed”) than I would feel if I were completely naked. Again, I curl into the water and wriggle playfully until I reach the side of the pool. I do a powerful push off. I LOVE the way the water rushes across my body when I shove off from the side and even when I am doing lazy laps like I am now swimming, those push offs are always filled with all the power of my<b> muscular </font></b>legs. I always reach, elongate my body, push back through the bubbles that my approach to the wall has left behind and feel the bubbles tickle as the water glides across bared skin before I again begin whatever stroke is my whim of the moment. I swim back and forth for a long time…just swimming because I can, because I love the feel of the water, because my muscles enjoy the tug and pull and stretch and work…this time I swim not for the command, or the exercise, or the necessity, but just for me. Back and forth and back and forth and back and forth…long hair trailing in my wake. Eventually, I reach the end and I walk as slowly out of the water as I did into it. Walk out baring my half naked skin to the brutal summer sun and loving the feel of it on my tan and not so tan body parts. I wring the water from my hair, but make no attempt to dry off. I pick up the bottle of Pellegrino, condensation dripping on the outside of the bottle and onto my skin drinking deeply before curling down onto the chaise and picking up the bottle of oil. I pause for a moment and just breathe in the smell of this ambrosia for the skin…  |
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Good story, wish I was there to watch you swim! You have to post a comment to get your blog on the recent posts. Keep blogging!
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