This story was inspired by Bellarsam Chrisjulittle's quartet that said that the Captain took a swim every morning. I kept waiting for Maria to catch him coming out of the water, but it never happened, so now I have to write it. Enjoy!
The Sound of Music is definitely not mine.
"An Early Morning Swim"
Maria woke earlier than usual and rolled out of her comfortable bed. She thought a walk along the lake might be just the thing. She'd watch the sun rise and then get the children ready for breakfast.
As she stepped outside, a rhythmic splashing reached her ears. It sounded like someone was swimming!
There. A figure was cutting through the still waters like a hot knife through butter. Clearly this was a very experienced swimmer. The strokes were powerful and graceful and carried the person swiftly closer to the shore.
Maria stopped dead in her tracks as the man pulled himself out onto the dock with lithe muscled arms. As he emerged from the water, an extremely fit torso was revealed followed by two well-defined legs. The sun peeking over the horizon glistened on his wet hair as he reached for a towel resting on the dock. He stretched down to dry his legs causing the muscles in his back and shoulders to ripple and flex. Maria had long admired the beauty of Michelangelo's David, but seeing such masculinity in flesh and bone instead of marble was something else entirely.
She pressed a hand to her heart as she realized she was looking at the Captain. Who knew so much had been hidden beneath those perfectly tailored suits? His swim trunks left little to the imagination and she felt the blood rush to her cheeks.
Good God, what if he caught her ogling him so openly? She would certainly die of embarrassment.
She made a hasty retreat back to the house, but not quite quickly enough. Georg caught the flash of her skirt as she turned and ran and he smirked to himself. Clearly the postulant wasn't quite as immune as she thought she was.