Let’s go skinny dipping and…

See what comes up!

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A woman’s needs must be filled

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“Excuse me… could you help us,” a female voice called from behind me.

I turned to see a woman with a paddle in her hand attempt to bring a powerless ski boat towards the shore. As the boat drifted toward me, I caught it and held it off the rocks.

“Our motor conked out,” she continued. I couldn’t tell if her hair was really auburn or if it was simply reflecting the color of the setting sun behind her. She was middle aged though wearing a two piece swimsuit that accented the generous curves of her body. A younger girl, probably two or three years younger than my own 22 years of age, appeared beside her. She was also wearing a conservative two piece suit, though her figure was youthfully trim. “Suzie and I were just out for a mother-daughter boat ride,” the mature woman continued. “The motor ran fine for several minutes and then began to sputter and die. It will start, but then immediately dies.” By way of demonstration she turned the key and the motor immediately fired and died a second later. “Can you help us? Our place is only a short ways around the bend.” She pointed along the shore. I wasn’t sure if she meant for me to fix the motor, help them paddle back to her cabin, or give them a car ride home.

Though her entire presentation the younger Suzie stood silently and stared at me with knowing amazement.

“Ah…,” I began to think of some excuse why I couldn’t help them, “I don’t think so.”

“Please… can you climb up on the stern by the motor and look,” the woman begged assuming that any male could fix a boat motor.

“Mom,” Suzie spoke for the first time, “I don’t think he should do that.”

“What?” The mother looked sternly at her daughter.

“This is Hippy Hollow,” Suzie stated as though this information was all that her mother needed to understand why I could not help them.

“So?”

“This is the nude beach,” Suzie tried to add clarity to her explanation.

Her mother glanced at the shoreline and then said, “There’s no one here.”

“He’s nude Mother,” the younger woman said with exasperation.

“Oh!”

Both women now stood at the side of the boat and peered down at me standing naked in the waist deep water. While the water was very clear, I wasn’t sure how much they could see in the dimming twilight. However, the events had distracted my brain sufficiently to allow my unwanted swelling to significantly diminish.

“We still need help. Does this make you more comfortable?” the mother asked and quickly untied her bikini top. She pulled the fabric away, exposing her ample bosom and I watched as her nipples quickly hardened; her breasts swayed in the cooling air. When I remained frozen and speechless she added, “We promise not to look if you will please help us.”

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