“Wet My Pet”

“Wet My Pet”
by Julius
Copyright 2005




Eleven-thirty and Celia was feeling tired, her bed was
beckoning.

The gentle knock at her apartment door was an
unwelcome interruption. She peeped through the little
spyhole and saw Stephan looking back. A little
reluctantly, she opened the door.

“What d’you say to a midnight swim?” he whispered.

“Pool doesn’t open till next week.”

“I’ve got a key,” he grinned and brandished a large
bunch.

“I’ve no suit,” she was too tired for this.

“Skinny dip,” he shrugged, “if you don’t wear yours, I
won’t wear mine.”

His mood caught her and she felt herself yielding. She
sighed and he smiled his smile. He really was a
persuasive man, “Wait, let me find a towel.”

Celia went to the bedroom, suddenly eager to go with
him. She rummaged in a drawer, looking through her
underwear, amazed she had no swimsuit. Her eye caught
a flash of bright green. No, she daren’t! She drew out
the teddy and held it at arm’s length.

When she emerged from the bedroom Stephan grinned at
her and pointed to the terry robe, “Are you …?”

“Just wait and see,” she said and scooped up her keys,
“let’s go.”

They rode the elevator down to basement level and
stepped out. Stephan led the way. Unlocking the door
he gestured her inside. The smells of chlorine and
fresh paint hit her. The lights came on, the pool was
filled. Stephan turned out all the lights but the
underwater ones. Celia gave a little squeal of
delight, it looked so pretty like that.

“Beer? Can’t skinny dip without beer,” Stephan took
two bottles out of the bag and twisted off the tops.
He handed her one.

“Want to sit a while?” he gestured towards an alcove
with benches on two sides. A shower spray hung on the
third wall. She sat and took a swallow of her beer and
shivered. Stephan disappeared, four heat lamps came on
overhead, warmth flooded over her. He came back,
“There, that better?”

“Answers for everything, haven’t you?”

Stephan grinned at her, “No, not quite, I don’t know
what’s under the robe.”

“Mostly Celia,” she said making no move to show him.
She sipped the beer. The radiance from the lamps was
relaxing her. She rested her head against the wall and
closed her eyes.

“I think you should let me see what you’re wearing for
our swim,” she suggested.

He removed his shoes and socks while Celia drank the
last of her beer. She was getting a gentle buzz and
heard herself giggle, “More.”

He paused with his shirt over his head, “More beer or
more Stephan?”

“Oh, more both.”

“Well, I brought a six-pack and … ” he pulled off
the shirt with a flourish and tossed it in her lap.

Celia picked it up and pressed her face into the
cloth. Her insides seemed to flip as she breathed in
his scent, felt his body heat.