Alex De Kok
Eternal Optimist
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Always a snag
To a casual observer the floating snag would seem innocuous, as would the bubbles around it, about thirty feet out from the grassy bank where Barbara Abbott was sunning herself alone this Tuesday afternoon. Most of her friends were in college, or working, but Barbara had some time free so she was taking the sun. Barbara was young, slender, brown-haired. And naked, for this was the Lady Iothane Institute on Umbra Island. A nudist camp.
Barbara watched the snag for a while, wondering why it bothered her, and then realised. While the other occasional floating debris drifted slowly along with the current, this one didn't. Barbara was curious and as a straight-A student, she liked to satisfy her curiosity. On an impulse she could never explain properly, Barbara got up, ran down into the water and launched herself into a flat dive into the lake. A strong swimmer, she took only a few strokes to reach the snag, where she was startled by a sudden splashing.
A head broke the surface, cyclopean diving-mask reflecting the afternoon sun. Barbara reached out and grabbed the figure by the arm.
"Let go! I'm stuck. A damned branch has caught my harness."
Startled, Barbara realised she knew the voice. "Cheryl? Cheryl Benoit?"
"Hi, Barbara." Resigned tone, apologetic look on the pretty teenager's face as she pushed her mask up. "Damned snag."
A few yards away another head broke the surface. Barbara beckoned and the figure swam closer.
"Give me a hand here, Billy. Cheryl's got herself caught." Billy Daniels swam over and between them they freed Cheryl from the branch.
"Come on, the two of you. Over to the beach," said Barbara. On the beach the two teenagers discarded their scuba gear. Cheryl was wearing a bikini, Billy swim shorts. "Why?" said Barbara.
"Blame me," said Cheryl. "I wanted to know more about this place. Billy suggested the snag as a shield."
"Next time go with the current," Barbara said dryly. "Okay," she said, "strip!"
"Huh?" said Billy, trying not to stare at Barbara's nakedness.
"Strip. We're going to the office."
"Are you going to report us?" said Cheryl, her tone resigned.
"Hell, no," said Barbara. "I'm going to get you visitor passes and show you around. You'll never find out what naturism is about by skulking offshore. Why didn't you ask me?"
"I didn't know you were a member," said Cheryl, finally allowing herself to really look at her friend. "All-over tan suits you."
"I like it. Come on, get your clothes off."
Billy and Cheryl looked at each other, then at Barbara. Barbara laughed. "Never been naked together?"
Cheryl flushed and shook her head. "Not yet," she said, with a meaningful smile at Billy, reaching behind herself for the fastening of her bikini top, discarding the top and then pushing down the bottoms.
Billy stood, embarrassed. Barbara looked at Cheryl. "Grab him!"
A moment later a mortified Billy stood naked, his swim shorts round his ankles, his prick well on its way to a sizeable erection. Both girls stared at it.
"Had him yet?" asked Barbara.
Cheryl shook her head. "Not yet."
"I can't take the two of you to the office with that flag flying. Take him into the bushes, Cheryl. Fuck him, blow him or jack him off, whatever, but get him soft. I'll wait here," Barbara said, making herself comfortable.
Billy and Cheryl looked at each other. Cheryl smiled, and held out her hand. "Let's go, Billy. Your choice, lover, but if it was up to me, I'd opt for the fuck."
598 words, excluding title, and fun to write.
Alex
To a casual observer the floating snag would seem innocuous, as would the bubbles around it, about thirty feet out from the grassy bank where Barbara Abbott was sunning herself alone this Tuesday afternoon. Most of her friends were in college, or working, but Barbara had some time free so she was taking the sun. Barbara was young, slender, brown-haired. And naked, for this was the Lady Iothane Institute on Umbra Island. A nudist camp.
Barbara watched the snag for a while, wondering why it bothered her, and then realised. While the other occasional floating debris drifted slowly along with the current, this one didn't. Barbara was curious and as a straight-A student, she liked to satisfy her curiosity. On an impulse she could never explain properly, Barbara got up, ran down into the water and launched herself into a flat dive into the lake. A strong swimmer, she took only a few strokes to reach the snag, where she was startled by a sudden splashing.
A head broke the surface, cyclopean diving-mask reflecting the afternoon sun. Barbara reached out and grabbed the figure by the arm.
"Let go! I'm stuck. A damned branch has caught my harness."
Startled, Barbara realised she knew the voice. "Cheryl? Cheryl Benoit?"
"Hi, Barbara." Resigned tone, apologetic look on the pretty teenager's face as she pushed her mask up. "Damned snag."
A few yards away another head broke the surface. Barbara beckoned and the figure swam closer.
"Give me a hand here, Billy. Cheryl's got herself caught." Billy Daniels swam over and between them they freed Cheryl from the branch.
"Come on, the two of you. Over to the beach," said Barbara. On the beach the two teenagers discarded their scuba gear. Cheryl was wearing a bikini, Billy swim shorts. "Why?" said Barbara.
"Blame me," said Cheryl. "I wanted to know more about this place. Billy suggested the snag as a shield."
"Next time go with the current," Barbara said dryly. "Okay," she said, "strip!"
"Huh?" said Billy, trying not to stare at Barbara's nakedness.
"Strip. We're going to the office."
"Are you going to report us?" said Cheryl, her tone resigned.
"Hell, no," said Barbara. "I'm going to get you visitor passes and show you around. You'll never find out what naturism is about by skulking offshore. Why didn't you ask me?"
"I didn't know you were a member," said Cheryl, finally allowing herself to really look at her friend. "All-over tan suits you."
"I like it. Come on, get your clothes off."
Billy and Cheryl looked at each other, then at Barbara. Barbara laughed. "Never been naked together?"
Cheryl flushed and shook her head. "Not yet," she said, with a meaningful smile at Billy, reaching behind herself for the fastening of her bikini top, discarding the top and then pushing down the bottoms.
Billy stood, embarrassed. Barbara looked at Cheryl. "Grab him!"
A moment later a mortified Billy stood naked, his swim shorts round his ankles, his prick well on its way to a sizeable erection. Both girls stared at it.
"Had him yet?" asked Barbara.
Cheryl shook her head. "Not yet."
"I can't take the two of you to the office with that flag flying. Take him into the bushes, Cheryl. Fuck him, blow him or jack him off, whatever, but get him soft. I'll wait here," Barbara said, making herself comfortable.
Billy and Cheryl looked at each other. Cheryl smiled, and held out her hand. "Let's go, Billy. Your choice, lover, but if it was up to me, I'd opt for the fuck."
598 words, excluding title, and fun to write.
Alex
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