And then I watch, astonished, as she lifts her dress over her head and tosses it aside.
She’s in her bra and panties. Pale blue lace this time.
She might as well be naked.
“You’re looking at me like I’m crazy,” she says. “Am I not allowed to take a dip in your pool?”
My mouth is dry. My dick is already rock hard.
“You allergic to swimsuits?” I manage.
“I guess I just keep forgetting them.”
I'm still silent, incapable of speech, as she wades in from the shallow end. The water rises up her bare calves, her thighs. The lace goes transparent the moment it hits the surface, pale blue turned to nothing, hiding everything and concealing nothing at the same time. The water comes up to her waist, her ribs.
She takes a breath before she pushes off, her long red hair floating on the surface around her as she swims toward me.
She looks like a mermaid. Except instead of a seashell bra and a tail she's got shimmering lace. I can see her pink nipples. The copper curls at her pussy. It’s the second time I’ve seen her in the flesh like this but it feels like the thousandth, because I’ve been imagining it every single time I wrap my hand around my dick.
Despite my better judgment, despite the fact that I know the wise move would be to get out of this pool and go straight to my room so I can deal with this raging hard-on all by myself, I swim towards her instead.
“You're gonna ruin all your pretty lingerie,” I tell her.
At the last minute, instead of catching her in my arms, I pivot and force myself to swim towards the pool wall. I lean back against it, doing my best impression of a man with functioning self-control. “I’m gonna have to buy you all new things to wear.”
“Or I could just go without.” Her eyes are bright with mirth. “Would that give you peace of mind, Walker? Knowing I’m not wearing any bras and panties that are ready to be ruined?”
She’s gonna fucking kill me.
I wipe a hand down my face, but it doesn't help clear my head. Nothing will help with this woman except distance, and instead of maintaining it, I've let her swim right up to me.
Now we're in touching distance in the deep end of my pool at midnight.
Hands off,I tell myself. Hands off or you’ll hate yourself and someday she’ll wise up and hate you too.
She's drifted a little closer, treading water, close enough now that I can see the droplets of water rolling down her collarbone. To her round, gorgeous tits.
I look away.
“What about you?” she asks. “Ready to get back in the saddle after your divorce?”
“Not interested.”
Not interested in any woman that isn’t you.
She considers me with those blue eyes.
“There have been a number of great songs,” she says, “written by beautiful, talented women about all the ways you broke their hearts. And those are just the ones who had a microphone to tell about it. You had quite the reputation, back in the day.”
Under the water, her feet are moving in slow easy kicks to keep herself afloat. Every few seconds her leg brushes mine. I don’t think she notices. But every time she touches me, the sensation goes straight to my dick.
Down, boy.
“Different time. Different me.”
Except that old devil feels very close to the surface right now. More potent than ever before, because ofher.
I close my eyes again, pray for patience. “You should go to bed.”
