The others, she knew, imagined that she wore the shirt for modesty. They smiled as it turned translucent in the water, revealing everything that (they believed) she meant it to hide, and chuckled to themselves about her naivete.
Let them think it, she told herself … shuddering with pleasure at the delicacy of its embrace … anticipating the deeper pleasures that would come when she slipped it off and let the silken touch of the water caress her body everywhere at once …
Below the surface, a fleeting current rippled the tail of her shirt against her bare thigh, teasing her … like the water, impatient, urging: “Give yourself to me.”
(Source: slutsoft, via short-blonde-hair)
