Liked the pool story. It reminded me of several incidents I had forgotten about that involved a pool. I love being in pools and enjoy being photographed in them. It's happened several times.
The first time naked in a pool for a woman was in Israel. We were with another couple, an English couple. My girlfriend, a photographer, and I had met them on the kibbutz where we were volunteers. They were Ian and Mary. One especially hot night we decided to sneak into the kibbutz swimming pool. The pool was locked after a certain hour because of the threat of terrorists (this was in the 70s). Yet, we knew a way to sneak in and when we got to the crystal clear water, we waded into it.
Before going in, my English counterpart, slipped out of everything. He did it without thinking of it, almost as if it were natural. Back then, the English were far less prudish than us Americans. I could have stayed decent, but I decided not to leave him alone, and it was two naked guys in that pool and two dressed females, watching us as we swam about. My girlfriend, Mona, of course, saw this too. She was It was interesting to be naked with another guy as the two ladies watched us. I noticed the English girl watching me and swam close to her so she could get a better view. Suddenly, our frolic was interrupted by headlights coming up over a hill. We got into the end of the pool closest to that hill to hide as best we could and it was a jeep with the kibbutz security patrol. The searchlights swept over us, but did not catch us. When it was darkness again, we slipped out of there as fast as we could before they returned from another direction. Several days later, I met one of that detail; he told me he thought someone was or had been in there and he wanted a closer look. I did not say anything.
Yet, I knew my girlfriend's look. She wanted pictures of us in the pool, or of at least me. A week or so later we were alone there. No one else in. It was day time and an afternoon. My girl picked up her camera, that she always had with her, and took some shots of me sitting on the edge. I decided to have some fun and got up on the pool's diving board. I clowned around for a bit while she shot off shots and then I dived in. I am a good swimmer. I went straight to the bottom and took off the shorts I had on. I knew she was on the edge of the pool looking down and that she was sure to be pressing the camera trigger. I could see her as I looked up from underwater. I swam around for her as she fired away, and, in short, it was a thrilling experience. I would do it for her again too.
Mary and Ian came to find us and then there I was, naked in the water for three others where they all could see me. I was crazy nervous, but also crazy excited too and luckily I was in the water or it may have shown all too well. All three were looking my way as we engaged in small talk and it was difficult to be both conscious of it and unconscious of it. For a while, Ian stayed as he was and I wondered if he would jump in, with the same abandonment that he showed earlier in that pool. It was kind of thrilling, though, to be the only one of four without anything on. I half hoped that Ian and Mary would have a camera of their own. Soon, though, Ian slipped in and was in the same state as me, with Mary and Mona on the edge of the pool. Mona gave the camera to Mary and, borrowing an English expression, said "have a go at them." It was interesting to be photographed in a swimming pool with another naked guy. We were both straight and did not think any other way, and it never went beyond anything other than just goofing around, but to be naked with another guy under the camera with two women taking turns was something unimaginable. We swam about, ducked underwater, came up, and made jokes with each other as the girls took turns snapping us. I think he felt the same as me about it. We synchronized the posing a couple times and I remember one where he was showing the back while I showed the front and then we switched and the girls and Mona's camera enjoyed it immensely.
I cannot remember how long we were in there. It was not more than an hour. Suddenly, we saw someone coming toward the gate. Ian and I got decent again in seconds and all was normal with the newcomers not being the wiser about what was really going on underneath the waves.
We never spoke about those times when we were together. Mona wanted to go back to the pool, this time with an extra camera for Mary, but we could not manage it. We eventually went our separate ways and it would not be until several months later that I saw the results of those couple hours in that pool. I could hardly believe them. It happened about forty years ago and I still think of it every so often, especially when I am in a pool.
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