The August heat was still oppressive
at midnight, but Callie Caldwell’s nerves made her shiver as she and her
husband, Mac, tiptoed down to the edge of the water.
“Mac, are you sure no one can see
us?” Callie looked around. The only house with lights on was theirs, almost
directly across the lake from where they were standing.
“Shhh! The Wilsons aren’t home. Come
on.” He ripped his T-shirt over his head and dropped his shorts then his boxers.
Callie pulled her shift up and off.
She stood stark naked, trembling.
“You weren’t wearing anything under
that all this time?”
She nodded.
“Damn! Now you’re cold?”
“Scared.”
“It’s fine. Come on.” Mac took her
hand, and they slowly waded in.
The water cooled her skin, reducing
her body temperature and relaxing her as it swirled around parts usually shielded
by cloth. When they reached the deep part, Mac lifted Callie. She wound her
legs around his waist, and he continued out toward the middle. He cupped her
bottom with one hand and brushed her long, chestnut hair out of her eyes with
the other.
1 comment:
Oh man, what a place to end the sexy times! Great peek!
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