Allison pulled her shirt up. It caught for just a moment on her breasts, then came off. She tossed on the deck next to her towel. She hooked her fingers inside the waistband of her jean shorts and pulled them down, laying them next to her shirt. She straightened the straps on her swimsuit and walked towards the pool.
“Water’s cold,” Sam said. She looked out at him in the pool, droplets of water resting on his chest muscles. She dipped her toes in the water and confirmed that the water was cold. “Best if you just do a cannonball,” Sam said, looking at her. She felt exposed in her one-piece and was glad she’d decided not to wear the bikini.
“All right,” Allison said. She walked to the other end of the pool where the water was deeper. She’d never dated anybody with a private pool before, and it was a strange experience. Sam hadn’t tried to hide his wealth, but this was most he’d ever flaunted it. She jumped and brought her knees to her chest, her blonde hair flying into the air behind her, and then landed in the water, a wave of cold spreading over her, almost immediately soaking through her swimsuit. She surfaced and pushed her hair out of her face. “It’s not that bad,” she said. Sam waded his way towards her, the water slowly getting deeper.