I had walked to a grassy park where a large sign told me the beach below wasn’t open, but as I looked out and didn’t see anyone below, I wanted to take a dip. Touch my feet to the sand.
I slipped off my shoes and left them at the top of the stairs before climbing over the low fence.
I made it down to the shore, pausing to take in my surroundings. It was deserted as I headed toward the shoreline. I sat on the sand and realized how much I missed California. It was so safe out there. There were people, a community, and safety surrounding me. There were also a lot of ways to slip, but there?—
A huge splash in the water took me out of my thoughts, and I looked up, immediately wondering what the hell kind of fish would make that loud of a noise.
That’s when, through the night sky, I saw someone running into the water. Even though Lake Michigan was a lake, there were gnarly riptides, so any locals knew that if you were going to go in at night, it was best to bring a buddy with you in case you happened to run into one.
“Hello?”
I stood from the sand, making my way to the person splashing in the water. They had to be on something, drunk or on drugs, because there was no way someone was this fearless and laughing alone.
“Are you okay?” It was a silly question because clearly they were fine in the moment, but?—
As I moved closer, I glanced down and noticed a dress tossed carelessly onto the sand. Leaning down, I spotted the bright yellow lace thong half buried in the sand. It was impossible to miss—vivid, even in the moonlight.
Looking back at the water, I saw the person splashing and twirling in the waves, completely absorbed in her own world. As I took another step, it hit me—she was completely naked. Her blonde hair looked like spun gold, catching the moonlight as she moved gracefully, her figure illuminated against the dark backdrop of the lake.
“You should be careful out there,” I called out, averting my gaze to give her privacy.
I waited for a response but none came. Just the gentle sound of waves.
I turned around and caught sight of her again, her hands lifted high above her head, but that was about all I could make out. She’d gotten pretty far out—far enough that she looked like a tiny speck against the moonlit waves. I squinted, trying tofigure out if she was laughing or moving with the water, but she was too far away now.
“Are you okay?”
She was drifting farther, and I couldn’t hear her laughter anymore. It was like she was slipping farther into the darkness.
I stood there, debating my next move. Did I keep an eye on her and hope she came back? Did I call the police and risk looking like an idiot if she was just taking a midnight swim?
The silence felt heavy, and my heartbeat picked up, thudding in my chest. I glanced toward the lake, and she kept drifting farther out. My eyes flicked back and forth between the dark water and the clothes on the shore, my gut telling me something wasn’t right.
“Fuck it.”
I stripped down to my boxer briefs, the cold night air biting at my skin as I stepped into the water. The waves lapped gently, but thankfully, no sign of a rip current.
“Miss,” I shouted, but there was no response.
I took a deep breath and dove into the cold lake water, kicking hard. My arms burned, the urgency pushing me forward.
The darkness of the lake made it impossible to tell how far she’d drifted or if I was close enough to reach her. Every time I lifted my head, I squinted into the shadows, searching for any sign to let me know she was still out there.
It felt like it took hours, but finally, I saw her, a blur of movement. I popped my head up, bracing myself for the worst, but instead of flailing or panicking, she was laughing, kicking joyfully in the water.
Relief flooded me for a split second, but it was immediately replaced by anger. I couldn’t believe I’d swum out here, half expecting to pull her from the water. I paused, checking again—no rip current.
I pushed forward, coming up behind her, my voice sharp. “What are youfuckingdoing out here?”
She squealed, spinning around, splashing water at me like I was the Loch Ness monster and swimming away.
I yelled after her, frustration sharp in my voice, “I thought you were drowning.”
She stopped swimming and popped back up. I followed her, finding my footing in the sand. We must have been on a sandbar because we were both standing in the water... which meant...
“I’m naked, you perv,” she shouted, leaping off the sandbar into the water, disappearing until only her shoulders and head were visible.
Despite the moonlight making it hard to see her clearly, I caught sight of her golden hair cascading down her back and the curves of her figure right before she jumped. My body responded instinctively, my dick twitching at the sight.
