Free Reckless in Moonlight by Cara Bristol Page A

got there,” she mused as she deposited the offensive article in a poolside trash receptacle.
    “No telling.” Dana shrugged and pretended to check her poolside flowerpots to see if they needed watering, to cover the grin on her face. She heard Katie dive into the water.
    Dana sauntered back to her chair, her pussy gleefully protesting every step.
    * * * *
    Wearing swim goggles and nothing else, Dana sliced through the water in an efficient crawl, breathing every third stroke. In contrast to her movements less than a week ago, now she could cut through the pool with a minimum of effort and splash.
    The heat wave had broken midweek to the relief of the residents of Creek’s Crossing. The days remained hot, but the nights cooled to a bearable warmth. The moon turned gibbous, on the wane to a sliver of its former self, and the crazies among the public had retreated and stopped calling the power company. The Corbins were still on their camping trip, but with their return, Dana’s privacy would end. She wanted to take advantage of every last minute she had, so each evening after work she’d shed her clothing and took to the pool naked for exercise and meditation.
    Just like her, Lon had also been working long hours. She’d tunneled through a mountain of work that had piled up when she’d been dealing with the heat-wave fallout. Their respective work demands left little time for her and Lon to connect, save for a couple of brief get-togethers and nightly phone calls, which did little to assuage her growing need.
    After Lon’s instruction, Dana found she was getting quite good at swimming, and she actually enjoyed the exercise, but submerging herself in cold water and doing laps until she was exhausted failed to relieve her sexual arousal. The pool reminded her of the time she and Lon had spent there. Images flashed through her mind like a private porno flick stuck on replay.
    She couldn’t forget the sight and sensation of his face buried in her pussy, the erotic contrast of the rough bristles of his jaw with the softness of his lips and tongue, and the intoxication of his cock sliding into her as currents of water splashed over her and waves of passion crashed within. She remembered Lon’s groans and heady exhortations mingling with the slap of the water against the tiles. Their pool encounter erased the innocent childhood memories evoked by the smell of chlorine and replaced them with X-rated ones. Each time she stepped out onto her patio, she’d gotten wet before she ever stuck a toe in the water.
    “When did you learn how to swim?” Her ex’s voice interrupted her reverie.
    Dana anchored her feet on the pool’s floor and stood chest-deep in the water. She pulled her goggles off and let them dangle around her neck and glared at him. “Do you ever knock?”
    “I did knock, but you couldn’t hear because you’re out here. Do you ever wear a bathing suit? Anybody could come along.” Roger glanced at the fort.
    “Anybody just did. And don’t talk to me about suits.” She forced away the image of him and the bimbette cavorting in her pool.
    He shuffled his feet on the deck. “Seriously, I didn’t know you could swim.”
    “You don’t know a lot of things.”
    “I brought the divorce papers for you to sign.”
    “Why didn’t you let your attorney handle it?”
    “I’m here now. You’re here. Let’s sign.”
    “Get me my towel.” She pointed toward a chaise on the patio. Too bad Roger’s sense of fair play hadn’t evolved before they’d each paid their respective attorneys five hundred bucks an hour to wrangle.
    She waded to the pool’s edge. Once again, her ex had caught her naked, but at least she wasn’t masturbating this time. As she hauled herself out of the pool, Roger leaned down to give her a hand, then gave her the towel. She wrapped it around herself sarong style. “Thanks.” She blotted her face with the end and squeezed the water from her hair.
    He nodded. “I left the paperwork