You slip your bookmark between the pages and sigh. This could be such a perfect day- if only you weren't alone. He was supposed to be here by now, but his flight got cancelled. You haven't seen him in almost two months, and some Swedish airline has the nerve to make you wait two more days.
You were so excited when he called this morning, just hearing the sound of his voice made your body tingle and knowing that his touch would soon be accompanying his voice had made you wet. But he told you he wouldn't be coming home today.. you'd have to wait a little longer...
Your body aches for him... you can still remember everything about the night before he left- his lips and hands all over you... you can almost still feel it... and you think you may die if you have to wait much longer to feel him again.
You get up, throwing your book on the lounge chair, and look around.. it's the middle of the day... you usually reserve your exhibitionist urges for after dark- but you're bored and lonely.. and want to be submersed and surrounded by something.. if not him.. then water will have to do.
You take your swimming suit off and wade slowly into the pool. You tug the scrunchie out of your hair, allowing it to fall down around your shoulders. You slip beneath the water, then resurface, pushing your hair back out of your eyes. The pool is significantly cooler than the air, teasing your nipples to attention with the chill. You lie back, floating, kicking your legs slightly and moving your arms through the water to slowly propel yourself across the pool... unaware that the eyes you long to be looking into have been carefully
observing your every move...
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