The church I attended as a kid and teen, which my mom still is a member of, had a private lake with a little swimming beach. They used it for potluck gatherings and baptisms. When I was seven or eight months pregnant with my first baby, my husband and I were driving by late one night and he suggested going skinny dipping. They had slut shamed me when I was 17 so doing anything that would piss them off if they knew about it was appealing to me.
We parked the car in the shadows and sneaked across the field. He got naked but I only stripped down to my underwear. We got in the water and paddled around. He was standing about neck deep and I hung on to him because the water would have been over my head. I put my arms around his neck and wrapped my legs around his waist. The buoyancy of the water made me almost weightless.