“Come on, slowpoke, the water’s fine! It’s warm,” she yelled.

I slowly dropped my pants and underwear. I didn’t have a boner; but it was not surprising to me. I believe I was just too nervous or so much in shock at seeing a woman naked, seeing Maighread naked, that I wanted to resist letting her know just how much power her nakedness—her stark, feminine, sexual, awe-inspiring nakedness, the one exclusive possession that women can lord over men—affected me. I was also aware that this was the very first time anyone had ever seen ME naked since I was a baby. That thought made me chuckle inwardly, my own thoughts amusing me. I slowly walked down the flat rock into the water, testing it with my feet to make sure it wasn’t too slippery.

I crouched down to push off from the rock landing to swim up next to her. We both swam around the periphery at the deepest part of the pool several times, me following her. Finally, a bit out of breath, we both came to stand on the same flat rock where we had started. We were facing one another other, her large white breasts floating in the agitated water between us.

She rested her upper arms on my shoulders, her face close to mine. She kissed me on the lips and then reached with her right hand beneath the water to grab my cock. I let out a small grunt of surprise. She never took her eyes off mine as she began stroking me, retracting the foreskin taut, and then gently pulling the skin back and forth over the swelling head in a slow rhythmic