Call her name, but don't let her know you've seen her

I stepped back from the clearing, reluctantly putting the concealing foliage between me and the sensuous vision of Linda's moonlit nudity. Then I called out to her, as if I was merely looking for her down the path.

"Linda?" I yelled. "Are you out here? Where are you?"

I heard an abrupt splash from the clearing. If I hadn't know she was over there, I might have missed it over the sound of the waterfall into the pool, but I imagined her hearing me call out and jerking upright, the water streaming over her shoulders and breasts as she rose from the pool.

I thrashed around in the branches and leaves for a moment, to let her know where I was and give her a chance to prepare herself for my entering the clearing.

"Linda?" I called out again.

"Wait a sec!" I heard from the pond. "Don't come back here, yet!" I heard more splashing.