Nervously you decide to skinny dip

It takes some effort of will to apply the oil without the touching turning intimate. On a few occasions you nearly lose control, and wind up with an overabundance on your breasts, pussy and ass. Perhaps it's your consciousness of your exposed state that reins you in.

With some trepedition you start toward the pool, trying to muster the nerve to slip in and skinny dip for awhile. You tell yourself the trembling in your tummy is nerves, as is the rapid, shallow breaths. It's harder to pass off the spikes jutting from atop your breasts but you focus on the pool, taking step after short step forward.

Afraid to look around, to perhaps meet someone's eyes, you slowly make your way to the diving board. Never in your entire male existence had you ever dreamed of coming outside naked, never mind swimming in the buff. It was always hard enough just to swim without a shirt, certain that someone somewhere was laughing at your rotund body. Sue's body, on the other hand, is slim and fit and delicious for anyone to look at.

"Okay," you breath to yourself, stepping up on the board with legs that feel weak. With a final lick of the lips and a gulp that isn't entirely for air, you reach the end, stare into the clear pool water and dive.

After the initial plunge you find yourself relaxing and having fun, though for the first few minutes you still look around nervously. After a little while longer it's only when you exit the pool to scuttle to the dive board that you clench up again with nerves.

Even that fades with time, and you find yourself idly floating on your back, water in your ears when you hear a sound nearby.