by Madeline Iva
Readers, there are so many sensual pleasures in the summertime. Home made ice tea with fresh mint from the garden. Lawn croquet birthday parties with tart lemon-squares and raspberries. Mountain cabins all rustic and smelling of woodsmoke, swamped in summer morning mist, twenty degrees cooler than back in the city. Tan lines are rivetingly attractive on most guys, emphasizing biceps and tushies. Sun-bathing is sensuousness itself, smearing ointments all about the skin. Flippy summer skirts are cute-ly sexy, while guys without shirts on are damn hot. Speaking of which…
Even now, when the heat is brutal, there’s something that feels so good (and maybe Isabelle Drake with all her sexy yard work snaps knows this) about the clean sweep of well mowed lawn, or clutching onto the sweaty back that’s been mowing the lawn. But the best part of summer comes after building up that sweat, when you take a big plunge into the drink. I’m talking the pool, the pond, the lake–because there is no sexier, nipple-hardening sensation than water against your naked skin.
Do you remember the first time you went skinny-dipping? I do. Deprived of a swim suit, I felt aware of my slippery skin in a whole new way. It was shocking and I had to wiggle around for fifteen minutes with pure delight. I felt not only naked, but somehow *extra* naked. It was divine. Water rushing up between the legs makes one perk up and feel a bit more alive. Bobbling breasts on the surface of H2o is a good thing. Illicit skinny dipping is the best — you get the thrill seeking without actually doing anything horribly bad.
On a black night many years ago I went illicitly skinny dipping with my girl friend to cool off. Once we were on the point of shivering in the cold pond and were coming out of the water we realized that on the shore were two naked men coming in. They said hello, we said hello, our voices quietly carrying across the water. We passed each other, picking our way very slowly through the intense dark. It was so velvety black that aside from the impression that one of men had curly hair, all I could really see was the top of my friend’s glowing white shoulders. I wondered if mine glowed as well. It was all very civilized, and yet extremely primitive as well. Then we could hear their quiet voices moving off into the center of the pond. On the shore we felt around in the gritty dirt to find our clothes, until I realized I was feeling somebody’s wallet. We’d found the men’s clothes, and had to move over about six feet to the left before I tripped on my girl friend’s sandals and we found our own.
There’s a long history of men swimming naked. I recently read something about sea bathing back in the 18th century. It sounds awfully cold, and horrible, like asking for salt water up your nose. On the other hand this scene from A ROOM WITH A VIEW always refreshes my faith in humanity.
Of course, *everyone* remembers Mr. Darcy taking his little swim in the BBC version of Pride & Prejudice. Different people have tried to imitate him since then, but that first dunk seemed both an attempt to quench and at the same time revel in the sensual passions he was experiencing for Miss Eliza Bennet.
I’m actually a little surprised after reading a fair amount of erotic romance at how few scenes are conducted out of doors or in pools, or in any water at all. Yet water is the great equalizer. Any woman no matter how tall or large can wrap her legs around a guy and bobble about–not just the itty-bitty among us.
What about you? Read any good romance scenes that take place in the drink? Please do share…And what about skinny-dipping? Any fun stories to relate?
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