Free The Chalet by Kojo Black Page A

ground, the knee bent, the sole of one delicate foot turned outward toward the pool. The other foot rested flat on the ground with the knee also bent, but this time upwards.
    Her flesh was exciting to me of itself. But what truly brought the fire was her innocence and abandon toward her nakedness. Not only had she easily broken the ironclad rule that condemned us to a lifetime of clothing. But in her nakedness also she was truly free. She did not behave like a woman divested of defences and longing to have them back. She had not minced her footsteps. She did not guard her breasts with her arms or otherwise try to cover herself with other parts of her body. It was this honesty of sensuality that stiffened my loins. As I watched her I began to feel the rush of arousal at my middle. The erection surprised me as I had been preparing to get out of the pool. Half way up the ladder the water stopped supporting me and I became aware of the sudden weight of my member. A prickle of embarrassment ran up my spine as I lowered myself back into the water in the name of decency. Out of the corner of my eye I could tell that the woman had seen me. She couldn’t help but grin at my predicament and she put her hand to her mouth to hide her mirth.
    There had been many of us in the pool that night—all naked. There were only the three of us left now: the woman, her playmate, and me. As I tried to convince my lust to subside, the woman said goodnight to her playmate. With her playmate standing and the woman seated, the woman had to look up to address her playmate. Her neck was slender and taut as her big, bright eyes searched the face of the other. She smiled slightly and her lips parted. For a moment the expression made her look like she was preparing to take a long, deep drink from an offered chalice or suckle from an offered teat. Neither of these came and she wished her playmate goodnight as her playmate receded into the darkness.
    She was not a stranger to me, the woman. We had dined together and already spent several evenings talking long into the late hours of the warm nights. Still, I did not want to make her uneasy with just the two of us alone, damp and nude. And I would not have helped to ease her mind by leaping out of the pool with a semi-prominent erection. As her playmate departed and my enthusiasm subsided I pulled myself out of the pool and felt the water cascade from my body. It is unfair that masculine genitalia can be threatening while the female cannot. But decency, rather than fairness, was the issue here and I wrapped a towel tightly around myself before making my way around the pool, past the woman and into the house.
    She stopped me as I came parallel to her.
    â€œHey,” she said.
    â€œHey,” I said.
    â€œWhere’re you going?” she asked me.
    â€œThought I’d call it a night.”
    â€œIt’s not that late.”
    â€œLate enough. The others have gone.”
    â€œSo? Let them. Stay out a bit. Talk to me.”
    So I stayed. I knelt down with her on the towel and we talked. And still, it was I having the most trouble with my nakedness. Not out of embarrassment for myself, but in an effort to make my nudity less affrontive to her. I untucked the towel from around my waist, to make it more of a drape than a skirt, so that I would not inadvertently flash her my testicles when sitting cross-legged.
    Thankfully, she seemed unconcerned. She sat facing me and, at the apex of her thighs, I saw the slight auburn down of her pubic hair as it whispered over her mound and down into the thick, delicate lips of her pussy. Her pussy was closed though her legs were open and I could just make out the gentle cleft of her vagina that indicated the entrance.
    We talked and laughed together for sometime and her breasts shook when she laughed. The big, round bulbs at the base of her breasts seemed so smooth and vulnerable every time they swung from side to side. While the skin of her upper chest was