[MF] Evening Swim

I am so dreadfully nervous. It’s our second date and he’ll be outside any moment. I can’t help but be nervous. I bought a new bikini. I didn’t want him to see the other pairs, old and limp around the bum. Although I can’t help but feel that this new suit makes it look like I have the chest of an 11 year old. God, I’m insecure about my body.

Our second date and already he’ll see that I’m chubby in the thighs and flat in the chest. Why can’t I be the other way around. I’m wearing mascara too, to the beach! It’s going to smudge despite its waterproof title.

Oh no, here’s the text! He’s outside. Okay Tess, chill. Everything is going to be fine.

I walk outside and there he is, on the pavement, waiting for me. He’s so beautiful, especially in this evening summer glow, orange ripples warming the sky. He shoots me a smile and my heart pounds. His teeth bare, crinkles forming under his eyes and his eyes, oh his eyes. Crystal clear and as blue as the mid morning sky when the fog has just cleared.

He embraces me with his long arms that can wrap right around me and I feel so safe here. I don’t want to let go but I feel the pressure release. He smells so nice, he smells fresh. Like he’s just had a shower, or his clothes just came out of the wash.

We start walking, the beach is only a 5 minute walk. We start talking about our days and I can’t help but get lost in the sound of his voice. His voice is so smooth and warm. He doesn’t sound nervous or afraid or anything. He is always so calm. So relaxed. And so respectful. There is no urgency in his questions, no judgement in his tone. I feel like he wants to hear what I have to say even though all I have to say is that I’ve enjoyed sitting in the sun all day drinking smoothies. I’m so lame. How does he stay interested?

Anyway, I made my day out to be far more laxed than it was. In reality, I was nervous about this date all day. Rushing through stores trying to find an okay swimsuit that fits around my wide hips and small chest.

We’re at the beach now, my feet feel a little raw from walking on the pavement. I hate bringing shoes to the beach, they always get sandy. We walk down a little before he plops his towel down on the sand. I do the same. I don’t want to take my clothes off first so I slowly take of my sweater, careful as to keep my singlet on. He whips off his hoody and t-shirt in one motion. Oh my, I’ve never seen him shirtless before and wow is he something. He’s an athlete, a swimmer in fact, so his body is so tight and so muscular.

I take off my singlet and then my shorts, quickly. Then I run straight for the ocean. I need to hide my body in water. He’s running right behind me so I’m not doing a very good job of not being seen. We hit the water and it is cool, a little too cool for my liking but I am too shy to linger in the shallows with my body out in the open. So I keep running. It’s so cold.

He dives into the first wave and pops up a few meters further out. He was so fast! I can hardly paddle but I need to get out to his depth. The water is fairly calm at this depth and my body has just adjusted so I dip down under the water’s surface. I love the sea so much.

I come up and I remember about my mascara. I just won’t touch my face. I’m inching towards him as he faces the sunset. His back is toned as well, water droplets rolling over his shoulder blades. I want to touch him to be closer to him, but I’m afraid that it’s too much so I stand there, behind him, admiring him admire the sunset.

Pink, purple and orange are now gently blending in the sky and he turns around.

“Hi” I say, not sure what else to say. We haven’t said much since we were both dressed and walking down the street. “Hey” he says back, with that smile on his face again. I don’t know what to say so I just stare. The blues in the ocean bring out his eyes even more and I can’t help but stare. His hair is wet and tiny droplets fall in front of his face.

I see his gaze move down my face to my lips then back up to my eyes. My heart skips a beat. I step forward still staring into his eyes. His head angles down and I find myself raising myself on my toes every so slowly just to get a little closer to him now locking gaze with his lips. He drops his smile and my hands come up around his neck. Our faces are so close and yet so far. I feel his hands press into my back and pull me just a little closer. I close my eyes as I feel our lips touch. I go dizzy. Our lips open just a little bit as we move in closer, closing our lips on each other and slowly drawing out. I feel so intoxicated, his kiss so warm, so tender. I wanted more so I move in again, a little desperate. My fingers moving up his neck to his hair, I kiss him a little deeper, a little firmer. He responds and I can feel his breath deepen on my face.

I carefully time my breath so when he exhales next, I breath in. His smell is so sweet and so alluring. I press my body against his and I feel how warm he is against the cold water. I feel his hands move down my back and reach under my bum. He squeezes me gently, still lip locked and entranced, I feel like I’m going to faint. I pull back and open my eyes to regain balance. He opens his eyes and we make eye contact. He draws me in again, kissing me with even more urgency than before. With his hands still under my bum, he lifts me up and I instinctively wrap my legs around him.

The excitement raises as I feel myself so close to him. I want to be closer. My breath begins to get heavier. My hands can’t keep still, running up and down his body, through his head around his neck.

He starts to slow down and draws away. I blush, I know I was getting ahead of myself. He smiles and he rests me on my feet again. He places both his hands around my neck and kisses my forehead. He leans by my ear and whispers, “Not yet”.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/64cr57/mf_evening_swim