It is early fall, and you are taking what may be your last swimming day until next summer. The trees along the the dirt road are still a vibrant green. Your window is down, and the summer sun makes you feel sensual. He is holding your hand, and glances over at you and smiles, as you pull into the field. You call it your private swimming hole, because it is so secluded, and you have never seen another person out here.
The river runs slowly through the valley here, and over the centuries it has created a offshoot pool, just deep enough to swim in. The sun warmed water is warmer than the river itself, and the ancient rocks create natural benches and seats. The water is clear, and calls to you as you get out of the car.
You walk to the waters edge, and turn and look at him. He is leaning against the car, watching you with a hopeful smile. You grin, and start a playful striptease for him. Swaying in the warm breeze, you run your hands over your body, and slowly strip out of your shirt. You run your hands over your breasts, teasing nipples that are already hardening in the sun. His gaze never leaves you, as you slowly slide your shorts off. You do a final slow spin for his approval. The fact that no matter how many times he has seen you undress, or has undressed you himself, he still looks at you like it was the first time, like he was unwrapping the greatest birthday gift in the world. You notice that he is hard for you already.