Skinny dipping ½

Mesmerized, Tom watched her as she emerged again from the water. Her perfect body was bathed by the moonlight and she looked like the Goddess she probably really was.

He sighed. How he wished right now that he had learned to swim.

They were back at Downton for a few days and the summer heat had reached a peak. Not able to sleep, Sybil had suggested they sneak out of the house and into the night for some refreshing skinny dipping. Sybil had then been surprised to learn that Tom didn't know how to swim. As they had already been to the beach back in Ireland, she naturally assumed he knew how but, thinking about it, they never really swam back then. They would just put their feet in the water, as it was always too cold to actually swim. Tom had been even more surprised to learn that she used to do this often at night when she was still living here. If he had known, he probably would have wandered over here more than once while he was still the chauffeur.

So now Sybil was enjoying the fresh water while he was patiently waiting for her on the pontoon, hotter than ever because of the view of her beautiful and naked body. There was no way to reach Sybil without swimming, so he was condemned to just dip his feet in the water.

Once more, her silvery body appeared from the water and he gulped, his body reacting immediately.

"Just another dive and I'm out," she said before disappearing under the black water.

Tom rose up and scanned the surface of the water, eager to see her again. A splash sounded and there she was, just under him at the end of the pontoon.

"Need any help, Milady?" he asked, smirking.

She didn't answer and just reached her hand out so he could help her onto the pontoon. Tom had to take a step back, the view in front of him mesmerizing. Droplets of water were sliding across her body, travelling down between her rounded breasts, her long black hair sticking at her back and chest; she looked like Venus. And he wanted her.

Tom cleared his throat.

"So? How was it?"

"Divine. I'm sorry you couldn't be there with me."

Tom shrugged.

"Not as much as me."

"You want me to cool you down a little bit?" she asked with a seductive smile, walking to him.

In two steps, she was in his arms and they were kissing like their lives depended on it. Because of the heat, he was only wearing his pajama bottoms, and they were now soaked but he didn't mind. Having her fresh body against his hot skin was heaven. Even if it wasn't cooling him down a bit.

A while later, they were lying on the pontoon, breathless, his pajamas long forgotten somewhere behind them but satisfied at last, their cries of pleasure having silenced the singing of the crickets for the time being. Their sweating bodies were intertwined, and they were feeling great despite the uncomfortable place they were lying on.

Sybil chuckled.

"What?" asked Tom.

"Now I have to go back in the water to cool down again. Your entire fault, Mr. Branson."

"Really? I'm not the one who suggested 'cooling me down a little bit'!"

"I didn't hear you protest, did I?"

Tom smacked at her bottom.

"How could I have? You looked like a goddess!"

"Flattery won't get you anywhere, Mister," laughed Sybil while leaving his arms.

Knowing she wanted to go back in the water after their passionate encounter, he didn't hold her back. She had already plunged in when he was finally on his feet, and he watched her swim with grace while he put his pajamas on again.

As she was waving at him, her breasts bouncing in the moonlight, Tom swore to himself that, by next summer, he'll be with her in this very same lake. There was no way that he will only be a spectator again. Dreaming about how her body would feel against his in the water was the only motivation he needed to learn how to swim.

TBC…