Night Swimming

“Am I pronouncing your name correctly? LOW-ron-sss?”

“Yes, that is right.”

When Peggy, a wealthy older woman, hires Laurence, a young strawberry blonde temp worker from France, it’s strictly business. But Peggy discovers to her surprise that she’s attracted to her employee. Their post-work afternoons of sunbathing and drinking by pool at Peggy’s beachfront home grow longer and longer… until sparks ignite into a flame.

First-time F/F erotic romance. Adults only. Over 25,000 words.

Excerpt:

“Swim with me. Swim with me!”

Peggy bit her lip. She looked at the ocean. It roared from the blackness beyond the first few feet of surf she could discern. Glancing up, she said: “There’s not even any moonlight.”

“We will be fine. The currents are not strong. I have swum many times. Yes?” Even in the dark, Peggy could see the French girl’s eyes shining. A kind of feral happiness had taken hold, the night sea’s effect on her.

“We will go only as far as the raft,” the girl continued, seizing Peggy’s hand. “The raft is maybe five minutes. No more. Peggy! This moment, take it. With me. Life”—she gestured at the blackness in front of them—”is there. Not here.”

“I can’t. Laurence… I… I can’t.” Peggy seemed ready to cry. She looked down, afraid.

“Peggy, share this with me.” The French girl touched her face.

The older woman looked up. Laurence kissed her once, then again. They stared at each other. Then they embraced, kissing for the first time.

Finally, Laurence pulled away. “This is the moment,” she whispered. She pushed her panties to the sand, and stood naked.

Peggy stared. After a long pause, the brunette reached behind her back and unclipped her bikini top. She slid the straps off her arms and let it fall. Locking eyes with Laurence, she slipped her swimsuit’s bottom down and off.

Laurence smiled. She held out her hand. Peggy took it. They turned and began walking into the dark water.