On the banks of my river ......
She sits down at the edge of the stony shore and first one scandal then the other falls away , tilting her head slightly she looks around to see that she is alone , she drops her shoulder bag at the sandy spot between the boulders , some of those as huge as a car , raising her face to the warmth of the sun she smiles a secret smile . The one that only a true woman understands and then she apprehensively slips her bare toes into the cool evening river and a small thrill begins to move through her very veins she begins reaching around to unclasp the top of her dress she steps softly to one side , raises her pale thigh and lowers her dress and then lays it softly on one of the boulders now heated by the sun throughout the day .
I stand motionlessly watching her from the forested path , no , she doesn't know that I'm standing here and never will . I wouldn't have interupted her for the world , why would I and spoil these magic moments , Yes , the man in me is drawn to her pure beauty , to her display of raw sexuality , yet there is something almost spiritually attractive in her movements . The part of me that feels guilty in my silence is uncaring . And my imagination takes over .........
I could move quickly to the water and scream at the top of my lungs
"WHAT are you doing naked in my river ?"......
perhaps .? I could walk away from this invasion of her most innocent and beautiful privacy , or I could just watch her for awhile . Which will it be ? What would you do ? I ask ........show yourself in some manly and egotistical display of power or slip further into the trees and just watch .
Now she enters the water and begins to bathe herself in gentle and softened strokes of delicacy . I could almost feel the water softly moving along her waist , between her thighs and through her perfumed hair ! She lays back and propells herself into the deeper channel of the river her breasts become one with the river as she slowly back strokes , her face tilted back and smiling secretly ! Ahh ........I'd give anything to be the clystal clear water that floats her along playfully in the soft currents
And then I have an idea ! Yes , .....Just as she floats slowly around the slight curve in the river .........I move quickly . down out of the trees off the path to the rock where she lay her dress and scandles and her towel and then returning to the trees just as I hear her walk into the shallows at the edge of the river to return to this very spot that she began her little swim . Now I could never embarrass her in such a way as to hurt her feelings so I only turn once to watch her grab the towel and begin the sensuous act of drying off the goose-pimpled flesh that would drive any man crazy in just a short time . But as she puts down her towel with a slowly questioning look on her face she picks up the note that I left her , I listen, smiling as she squeels and hurriedly grabs for her dress as if she were just set on fire ............fumbling for the zipper on her back and grabbing her shoes. She hurries up the path and beautifully dissapears into the trees. I stand in the silence and wonder , will she return ? Have I scared her ? I hope not , maybe I should not have done that , I may never see her again .!
Here's where You come in my fellow hubbers What did I write on the note ! How do I end this story ? And most of alll ..........which one of you ladies was it , swimming in my river !