A Day at the Old Swimming Hole

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
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Submitted: March 26, 2015

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Submitted: March 26, 2015



James watched Diane sleeping. She stirred and finally opened her eyes and looked at the clock.

“Here’s your coffee, Lover.” He gave her a kiss.

She asked “What are you doing up this early? I thought I would be getting up before you.”

“I want to take you to a special place and I want to get an early start.”

“It must be a very special place if you got up this early.”

“Yes it is, Honey. Very special.”

She sat up. “OK, I’ll take a shower first.”

“You won’t need to. There’s a great swimming hole there.”

“Sounds nice.”

“I’ll put some things in the truck while you get dressed and good morning to you, too.” He gave her another good morning kiss.

He loaded the truck with everything they needed including a blanket and a picnic basket made of pine needles and some old pine boards. He gave her the basket to carry. It seemed like it had nothing in it to her. She looked in and it was empty. “Its empty!” she exclaimed.

“Its okay. We'll find what we need.”

“If this place has a swimming hole, won’t I need a bathing suit and other things, Honey?”

“We won’t need anything except what we have. It is a magical place.”

She silently wondered about him, how a sane and logical man like him could believe in magic but she decided to keep quiet until another time. They got in the truck and began their journey to the swimming hole near the ocean.

“I have only brought two other women here but you are much more special than them. This place was shown to me by a very wise and spiritual Native American medicine man when I was a kid. He wanted me to know about its powers. When he took me here, he said ‘You will always have this place and what it means, 'My Son.’” Tears welled up in his eyes when he spoke the words My Son.

“He thought I was a special kid. His words have always meant a great deal to me.”

She put in a CD of their favorite songs and they sang and tapped their feet to the music on their way. She slid over and sat close to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. They were both very content.

After a short time he took a back road through some magnificent old redwood trees.

“What do you think of this view?”

“It is terrific. Is this the place?”

“No, but we will be there soon.”

After a few more minutes, they came to a covered bridge like the ones one sees in a New England travel brochure.

“We’re almost there.” He slowly drove over the bridge and smiled and kissed her softly again.

As the truck stopped, she could only say “WOW! This IS a special place.”

“A magical place,” He added.

She slowly slid out and took off her shoes. The first thing she saw was the sparkling clear water of the pond.

“Go have a look around” he suggested.

She was mesmerized. No words seemed necessary. She undressed as she walked to the water, dropping her clothes along the way. Any possibility of embarrassment for her had disappeared on this side of the covered bridge. When she got to the water’s edge, she turned around to him.

“Go ahead and have a swim if you want. It is perfectly safe.” he assured her

She dove into the water, barely making a splash. Her naked body was exposed to anyone watching. The water sparkled over her bare form.

He took the blanket out and spread it on the sand and put the picnic basket on it. He undressed on his way to join her in the swimming hole, his clothes joining hers. He slid into the water near her. They swam up to each other, their naked bodies caressing the other. They kissed soft lingering kisses and held each other close. The silky feel of their skin touching the other was a special pleasure unto itself. They stood and kissed on and on. They moved to the bank and sat and held hands and talked for quite some time.

“I could use a bite to eat. How about you, Honey? He wondered.

“Sure. I’ll race you to the other side.” They dove in and swam across. She got there first. He swam slowly because he was far more interested in looking at her feminine form than winning.

“I win!” she said with a smile. “What have we got to eat?”

He pulled himself out of the water and walked to her. “Just reach in the basket and grab something. It's a magic picnic basket.”

“Honey, I have got to say something! Have you lost your mind? You are the last person I would have thought would believe in magic.”

“Thank you. But this is a magical place and the basket is, too. You'll see.”

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