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copyright (c) 1994 pat lewis july 31, 1994 hi, cindy just wanted to tell you about what happened this morning when i went to the pool! it was pretty early, right after the pool opened, and at first i thought i was the only one there. great, i thought - no screaming kids for a change. still, i went on over to the adult pool from force of habit and found i wasn't quite alone after all. margaret - you know, that lady at the checkout counter of the supermarket in the shopping center by the highway - had beaten me there and was lying in a deck chair wearing a typical old-lady bathing suit: flowered, with the little skirt attached. don't know how old she really is; maybe early fifties, wouldn't you guess? anyway, i remember thinking that she actually didn't have such a bad figure and wondering what she'd look like in say, a nice maillot or something. anyway, i threw my towel on a chair at the other end of the pool, kicked off my sandals, and walked down to her end to go down the steps it's still a little too cool to just jump right in first thing in the morning! as i got closer to margaret she looked up and smiled, so i said hi and haven't i seen you at the supermarket. she was telling me she lived there in the trailer park and wanted to get some sun before she had to go to work at ten when suddenly a wicked little thought started playing around in my mind - you know how you always call me "devil!" i looked around, and the place was still deserted. i said it was so much nicer early when there weren't a bunch of kids and radios, and she grinned and said she preferred it that way, too. "you know," i said, "there's something i've always wanted to do but i never had the chance before." she looked kinda puzzled and asked me what's that? well, i told her, i've always wanted to go skinny-dipping! her eyes got real big. "skinny-dipping?" "yeah, you know - go swimming without a suit. just to see what it feels like! could i leave my bathing suit with you, and you could toss it in to me if you see anyone coming?" "i. . . i don't know," she said. "well, i wouldn't do it if it bothered you, but i figured it's just the two of us girls here, and i doubt if i'll ever get the chance again. would you mind very much?" cindy, her eyes looked as big as the proverbial saucers! she didn't say anything, so i decided that meant she wasn't going to yell or call the cops or anything. i gave her a big smile and untied the neck of my top, then reached around back and unfastened it, still looking right at her! just stood there, bare-breasted, and held out my top to her. she gave me a crooked smile and said, "oh, my! you're really going to do it, aren't you?" "darn right!" i grinned back and turned away from her, checking out the parking lot - still empty, so i took a deep breath, and slid the bottom over my hips (i was wearing that two-piece in pink gingham with the white ruffles that we bought in the mall over our lunch hour. remember?) i turned around slowly and handed it to margaret - my hand was trembling so bad, it felt like i was waving a hanky at her! she took it, kind of glancing away, and i wished she would at least look at me, dammit! "well, here i go," i mumbled and started walking to the pool steps. it was really a strange sensation, walking around in a public place, completely nude, in broad daylight! i could see trailers and, thru the greenery, a car driving down the main boulevard. there was a nice breeze that kinda tickled and made the palm trees rustle and whisper. . . probably snickering about the dumb chubby red-headed broad wandering around in her birthday suit, i imagine!

cindy, we've been friends for a long time and you know most of my secrets and sillinesses and so forth. one thing i've never told even you is that i'm kind of, well, i guess you'd say an exhibitionist. i don't mean wearing a low-cut dress for a night of dancing, or a short skirt, or even a bikini - i mean like the time i wore that red tube top to the picnic - when i reached up to try and pick that orange out of the tree and kinda "popped out" of it? how everybody laughed and i was so embarrassed? cindy, the truth is i had been practicing that little maneuver for a week! i wanted the guys to see my breasts. and not just them - you and pam and anne, too. i got a really big charge out of it, and to tell the truth, i would have been in seventh heaven if i could have spent the whole picnic topless. or bottomless, or both. one time, i saw the ups man pulling in the drive, and shucked my blouse and jeans so i could answer the door in my bra and panties. crazy, huh? guess that's why i'm writing this instead of telling you in person. wouldn't blame you if you tore it up and never spoke to me again, but - oh, cindy! it just feels so damned good! and so good to get it off my chest (pardon the pun!) do you ever feel that way? i wonder about anne - some of the things she's said make me feel like she has the same inclinations. pam, of course, is too much the solid midwest farm girl - feet firmly planted in the cow pies. sorry - that's not what i meant. i don't know; probably i'll just tear this up and never send it or tell you about it. anyhow, i need to write it all down while it's still fresh in my mind, what little there is of it. if you're still with me, back to the pool. i slid into the water, feeling it all over my skin, and it felt so different from when you're wearing a suit. funny, really, since percentage wise there's not that much more skin exposed. but it does, it does feel totally different. my breasts felt rounder and firmer, and i could feel them moving as i swam to the other side of the pool. i treaded water at the deep end and looked back at margaret - she was laying back with her eyes closed, not even looking at me. must really think i'm crazy, i figured. well, whether she looked or not, it felt really great just being nude in a public swimming pool! i turned around and grabbed the edge of the pool, letting my body drop until i felt my breasts flatten against the cool smooth tile, then pulled myself up until my nipples were just above the water. they were all puckered up and hard, and looked so cute! feeling the swirl of water against my hip, i edged over until i was in front of one of the outlet jets - the force was strong enough to push me back from the edge, and i just relaxed into it, feeling it swirl between my legs. i thought about margaret, wondering if she was watching me; feeling kinda embarrassed if she was, but unable to pull myself away from the sensual pressure. i spread my legs wider, letting the jet of water reach the innermost parts of me, then squeezed them back together, teasing myself. suddenly, i didn't care who was watching - i had never meant to go this far, but all the sensations, physical and mental, blended together and spun me around like a whirlpool. a tingling sensation travelled up my back; i couldn't get enough air into my lungs! exhausted, i hung against the pool wall. finally getting up enough energy to look around, i saw that i was still alone - well, except for margaret, whom i was a little reluctant to face at this point. when i did finally peek around, she seemed to have her nose buried in a book. so much for my big adventure - she hadn't even bothered to look at me! feeling more than a little let down, i reluctantly dog paddled back across the pool to her end before climbing out. when i looked for my towel, i remembered i had left the darn thing at the other end of the pool. "guess i'm ready to get my suit back," i mumbled. margaret looked up, smiled, and marked her place in the book. she made no move to hand me my bathing suit, in fact she laid her book on top of it. "well, how was it?" she asked. i shrugged. "kinda neat, i guess." she seemed to be waiting for me to say more, but when i

didn't she reached over and picked up my bra. "pretty suit," she remarked as she idly fingered the white ruffle. "you know, i've never worn anything remotely like this in my life. guess it's a little to late to start now!" she concluded, shaking her head. still standing there dripping, i looked at her sharply. was she hinting that i should contradict her? my depression was rapidly fading. "do you like it? i mean, do you enjoy wearing. . . you know, sexy things like this?" before i could answer, she went on, "i watched you walking up - you look very good in it; i mean, as though you, uh, felt, er, comfortable in it. i mean, most women wear a cover up until they get to the pool and only take it off when they're ready to go in the water." she glanced down at the muu-muu lying beside her lounge chair. i was acutely aware that i was still standing there naked, and that the lifeguard or some ditsy family of fourteen could walk up at any moment. mainly, i wanted my towel so i could wipe the water off my face and dry off my hair, which was dripping cold water down my back, but i was reluctant to do anything that might end the conversation. using a forefinger to squeeze some of the water out of my eyebrows, i grinned at her. "actually, i think all bathing suits are kinda sexy, and i love wearing them. i don't even own one of those cover up things - the the last thing i want to do is cover anything up! "what about you? don't you like wearing bathing suits, too? let's face it, the one you're wearing now is a bit more revealing than that uniform you wear at the supermarket, right?" "i suppose so," she laughed. "most anything would be, though!" "to answer your question, though: yes, i do enjoy wearing sexy things, and i especially like that suit. think about it - if you told someone you saw a swimsuit made out of pink gingham with white ruffles, what would immediately come to their minds? something for a five year old kid, i bet?" "probably," she said with a laugh. "i suppose i see your point: it's doubly sexy because it has associations that are so. . . demure?" "precisely!" "well, i guess i'd better give it back to you before. . . " "hey, wait!" i interrupted. "why don't you try it on first?" "oh, no - i could never. . ." "why not?" "oh, i'm way too old for something like this. and besides, i'd look silly in it! plus the fact that it would never fit!" laughing, i shook my head. "excellent reasons, all of them. but why did you leave the "never fit" part until last?" margaret blushed to the roots of her blonde hair. "sounds like we should check that part out first, to me," i kidded her, "and then worry about the rest! besides, you'll never know how you'd look in it until you try, and i won't even bother to comment about that "too old" nonsense: if you like the way it looks - and the way you feel in it, then what the hell difference does your age make? for what it's worth, i think you have a nice figure, and would look great in a two-piece. why don't you at least try it?"

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