The days are long, hot and sultry. Tonight the air is still and the humidity is high, only the sounds of the night creatures and the occasional whisper of a slight breeze stirring the trees break the silence. The atmosphere is heavy with the threat of thunder making Morgan's skin tingle, the strong scent of anticipated rain pervading her nostrils. The temperature is still sitting on 30'c, making it impossible to sleep as she stares at the ceiling fan hypnotically whooshing around stirring the air, the draft barely tickling her flesh as it wafts across her sweat glistened skin.
She glances at the vacant space beside her in her bed and wonders sadly when her lover will return from his assignment, anticipating his arrival in her mind as he has been gone a month and she misses his presence terribly. After tossing and turning for what seems like hours, naked legs and arms tangled in the sheets, she rises from her bed and makes her way down the stairs and heads outside towards the swimming pool.
Mocking the darkness, the full moon casts its diffused light over the garden, illuminating the pathway as she walks on down to the pool past the flowering jasmine whose heady scent is intoxicating in the damp night air. She looks around the pool enclosure; it is large and surrounded on all sides by a profusion of tropical shrubs and palm trees, a dense mixture of colours and textures and heights, which ensure total privacy. The vegetation is lit up from below by a series of hidden outdoor spotlights, the light refracting off the surface of the leaves making it look like a fairy grotto with the pool light giving off its ethereal blue green glow under the water, so inviting in the hot stillness of the night.
Morgan stands by the edge of the pool and stares down at the beckoning water at her feet, completely smooth like a sheet of toughened glass. Closing her eyes she holds her breath and stretches, curving her spine into a graceful arc before she dives gracefully into the waiting water, barely creating a ripple as she pierces the surface. It feels like warm silk gliding across her naked skin, caressing her as she slides through it, cooling her as she slowly swims back and forth before floating about on her back and staring at the night sky above her, her thoughts lost in the myriad of stars suspended in the velvety blackness as she listens to the sounds of the crickets and the haunting call of the night owl.
After relaxing for a few minutes, Morgan senses a presence behind her, snapping her head up she straightens to tread water and turns to see a man standing there by the side of the pool. Wondering how he has gained access to her garden she quickly looks around and then notices the open gate at the bottom of the yard. Looking back towards him she watches him. He stands there, completely silent, focusing on her, his gaze roving over her like a lovers caress. When she asks him what he is doing here in the garden he doesn't answer, he just raises a finger to his lips in a gesture for her to be silent. Enthralled, she observes him from the relative safety of the water as he slowly removes his clothes, seductively peeling away the layers to reveal his body.
Unable to look away her eyes travel over him, he is beautiful, exquisite of form, tall and well built with broad shoulders and very obviously aroused. Her eyes move lower down his body to the juncture of his thighs where his proud shaft is standing out from his belly, framed by a riot of thick black curls, she inhales deeply, imagining the feel of him against her body. He bends and reaches for the chinos he had been wearing and pulls something out of the back pocket but there is insufficient light for her to distinguish what it is. Moving down, he sits on the edge of the pool before he quietly slips into the water as a seal would, without a splash, and swims slowly towards her as she silently waits.
