Go for a swim.

The shepherdess has a certain glimmer in her wide blue eyes, like she's looking forward to something. Has she actually been into me this whole time? Of course she has. It only makes sense. I'm a dangerous sexy stranger, after all.

"Turn around," I tell her.

"Why?"

"You know why?"

"I can't see you undress?"

She is a total stranger, after all, and even though she's nude I still feel just a little uncomfortable stripping in front of her. The water's perfectly clear, but I'll still feel better once I'm in it. "Close your eyes, at least."

She pouts. "Fine."

Once I'm sure she's not looking, I begin to peel off my clothes. My boots come off first, followed by my linen breeches and my shirt. Standing on the shoreline, under the sky, in nothing but my plain white bra and panties, I quickly fold them up and place them in a neat pile next to each other. My heart is racing. It's strangely thrilling, stripping off out in the open air. I check to make sure the shepherdess still isn't looking, then unclasp my bra and drop it on the pile. My panties come down my legs and I'm in the water as soon as possible, stark naked, not wanting to expose myself outdoors any longer than necessary.

The shepherdess still isn't looking. I kick up a cloud of silt from the bottom to hide myself and call out to her, "Ready!" She'll see me nude soon enough, since (I assume) we're about to make love, but I'm not quite prepared for it yet. I want this whole thing to play out completely on my terms.

The shepherdess turns around, sees me, smiles. She's still covering herself with her hands, but I can tell she's almost ready to give herself up to me. I smile back, full of anticipation, feeling good about myself. Another sexual conquest for Liane!

"I've got a surprise for you!" she calls to me. "Turn around and count to one hundred!"