- Caroline -

“No.” He drinks more.

“Right.” I squat down myself and drink a little in the same way. The water is tepid but has no bad taste. You always take a risk when you drink unboiled water in the woods, but it’s the kind of thing you can’t always control.

“Drink first,” Xark’on says, “then splash.”

Then he pulls his pants off and dives right in.

There’s not much of a splash, which is remarkable for a man who has to weigh three hundred pounds or more. I get a little glimpse of his small butt, and the whole display of sensational male body sends a hot little tingle to my crotch. I didn’t see the front though, and that would have interested me.

Well, he’s still in there, splashing around and downright frolicking. And it looks really nice. I’m feeling pretty grubby after more than a day with not a drop of water for washing, some of that time spent walking through a humid jungle.

And the idea of getting naked here and now is pretty attractive. Xark’on has done nothing but protect me and give me food and shelter. I have no reason to not trust him, and letting him see his first naked woman is an idea that turns me on. And he did see most of the merchandise when I was hanging upside down in that damn trap of his. I suppose he should be allowed to see it the right way up too.

I slip my dress over my head before I get a chance to think the thought to death and change my mind.

I tiptoe across the pebbles, noticing that Xark’on isn’t splashing around anymore.

He’s probably looking at me, but that’s part of the point. Just a little reward for his protection before I go home.

I tiptoe into the water and keep going until it’s up to my hips, and then I swim a few strokes, enjoying the cool water. I haven’t swum for I don’t even know how long. Long before I came to Xren, certainly.

It took me forever to learn to swim when I was a kid because everything would scare me, especially getting water in my nose and drowning. So I was nine when I finally learned it. And then my mother could hardly get me out of the water. Any pool or beach nearby, and I would spend all day in the water until my face was blue.

I turn over on my back and calmly do the backstroke to the other shore, feeling Xark’on’s eyes on me. Then I do a quick crawl back again, enjoying mastering something. It’s been a good while since I had that feeling. But I’m actually pretty good at swimming.

I find the bottom with my feet and stroke my hair back with both hands.

Xark’on is staring at me. Hey, I expected that he’d look, but this is a little intense.

“See something you like?” As the words leave my lips, I want to kick myself. Gods, what a slutty thing to say!

“Yes,” Xark’on replies. “How do you make your way through the water like that?”

“The swimming?” I don’t think it can be that. The other cavemen can swim okay, I’ve been told.

“Svimn?”

“Swimming. When you make your way through the water fast. Like a fish. Like I did. It’s called swimming.” I’m using the cavemanese word, but I guess his tribe doesn’t use it.

He comes closer, walking under the water. “How did you know how to do it?”

“I learned it. When I was a kid. Lots of people can do that where I come from. You can’t?”

“I can’t,” he says with an honesty I’d not have expected from a guy like him on Earth. “Is it possible for me to learn?”

He’s pretty close now, and through the clear water I can see the wobbly outline of something very large at his crotch. The breath catches in my throat from having him so close and so naked.

“Yes,” I croak and clear my voice. “Yes. Anyone can learn that.”

“Now?”

He’s so serious, and his boyish eagerness makes me want to smile. But how do I do this exactly? It’s not like I can help him up if he drowns. Of course, the pond isn’t all that deep.

I’m acutely aware of my nakedness. And his. But he’s never asked me for anything. This is the least I can do for him.

“If you want.”

He looks at me expectantly, towering over me like a mountain of muscles.

I guess I’ll teach him to swim.

“Okay,” I say as confidently as I can. I’ve never done this before. “So, first you want to realize that you actually do float in water. You won’t sink. So lie back like this.”

I put my head back and let my legs float up so I’m floating with my arms out. “See?”

He’s getting a decent look at my chest, but that’s okay. If it helps him pay attention, it’s all good.

He puts his head back and kicks both feet into the air. Immediately his upper body sinks to the bottom so just the legs are sticking straight up.

And then he just stays like that.

“No, no!” I say and grab hold of his huge hand under the water, trying to pull it up while also pushing his legs back down. “Come up now!”

He kicks his legs uselessly in the water, splashing me down, and then his head emerges from the depths, coughing and spluttering. “Like that?”

“Um. Something like that,” I say, trying to not look at his crotch. “It was a good first try. Now lie back slowly and let your feet just float up all by themselves. Don’t kick, just gently help them. Keep your arms out to the sides.”

He does and goes as rigid as board, then floats on the surface for a second during which I get a fantastic and totally unashamed look at his manhood, which is every bit as sensational as the girls have assured me. Then, he slowly sinks down to the bottom like a green-striped Titanic with a gigantic hard-on for a funnel.

I grab his hand again and pull him up.

“There should be some movement maybe,” I suggest. “Let’s try the other way. Try to keep your head above the water.”

I calmly push myself forward into a breaststroke, keeping my legs still, just using my arms. “See? You use your arms like this.” I demonstrate. “And keep your head above the water at all times.”

He gives it a shot.

I scratch my head. “Okay. Good! Now, the legs shouldn’t really be scraping along the bottom. Try to make them float up behind you. And the head really should be above the water. So that you can breathe. Did you see what I did with my arms? Like this. Notice that my hands are not fists.”

He tries again and once more comes up gasping for air. If this pond had been two feet deeper, he would be long dead by now.

“Yes!” I say to encourage him. “That’s much better. Now, attempt to keep your hands under the water. They should stay under at pretty much all times. And straighten out your legs. Just let them float behind you, don’t curl them over your head. Also, the head... Are you able to angle it a little back? Show me. Just tilt your head back, looking at the sky... Yes, so you can do it. Try to do that while swimming so that your head is over the surface.”

Another attempt.

“Good! Nice. You don’t actually have to look up at the sky all the time. See, you just want to look forwards. You can use the arms a little slower too. Much slower actually. While keeping your face over the water. Over it.”

It takes us a good half hour before he gets the main points. He’s not afraid of the water. He just needs to learn and coordinate the movements. When I decide that we’re done, he’s panting hard and his cock isn’t stiff anymore. But I’m as horny as I’ve ever been. Seeing such a strong and well-equipped man really using his body and throwing himself into learning something new is a much nicer experience than I would have expected. It’s all I can do not to reach out to feel his hardness in my hand. How would that alien cock feel in my mouth?

Or my pussy? Gods, I haven’t had anything there for a long fucking time. Nothing here on Xren, of course. And before that, the antidepressants kind of removed my urges. I decide not to calculate how long it’s been. Or who it was. That would just make me sad.

I finally have Xark’on swim a circuit of the pond, and he manages it with tolerable skill. I wonder how many young men on Earth would have been able to learn something physical from a slightly younger woman without going through all kinds of ego-saving bullshit along the way. Xark’on just tried his best, made a fool of himself like we all do when we learn something new, got over that, and then mastered something important for the first time.

I give him a very heartfelt grin. I’m proud of him. “Okay. Now you can swim. Well done!”

“Thank you,” he pants, out of breath. “I think it can be useful. Especially for traversing a volume of water.”

“Yes,” I agree. “For traversing water. I think that’s pretty much what it’s for?”

“Ah.” Then his face brightens into a wide smile with teeth and fangs so white the breath catches in my throat again. “And it’s fun.”

I grin too. “Isn’t it, though?”

The relief at seeing him finally smile makes me follow a sudden impulse, and out of nowhere I splash him right in the face.

Aghast, I immediately regret it. “Oh, I’m so sor—”

He splashes me right back with such force that some water goes up my nose, and the spray pushes me backwards.

Then he stands there with his hands on his hips and a smirk on his face. “More lessons? But I already knew this one.”

“Yes,” I splutter and cough, wiping the water and hair out of my face, relieved that he’s not offended. “So I see. Maybe you can teach me? See, I only know this...” I splash him again, weakly. “Whereas you did something like this.” I use both hands and head as much water as possible into his face.

“Yes, very good,” he coughs, water running down his face and his cock standing at attention again. “But try to do more like this.”

Now he uses both hands and sends me a floodwave that knocks me off my feet and sends me floating backwards. I find the bottom with my feet, coil up, and then shoot towards him under the water and push his chest with both hands before I stand up and see him slowly fall backwards like a tree falling in the woods, not even trying to stop his fall, making a face as if he’s shocked.

It makes me laugh. And that feels so good that I laugh for a good while, splashing Xark’on and letting him splash me. I feel pretty safe with him, even naked.

I walk ashore ahead of him, wanting to reward him with a good look at my naked butt. He’s been the perfect gentleman to me, kind and protective. He went along with my horseplay, showing another side of him that I really liked seeing. And the persistent image of his cock in my mouth is hard to get out of my mind.

I put my dress back on while Xark’on fights to pull his pants on with his rock-hard manhood at full mast.

“A little problem there, warrior?”

“It will subside,” he growls. “It’s usually not like this. Something about you makes that happen.”

“Is it because I splashed you?” I’m still in a silly mood.

“No.”

“Maybe if you look in the other direction, it will forget me.”

“Very hard to forget,” he says with a short glance that makes me feel seriously attractive for the first time in ages.

But he turns around, and I sit down while we wait for his erection to go down.

This side of him is very nice too. Extremely nice. He has an insanely broad back that’s all muscle and stripes and a number of scars, and it tapers down to his muscular butt in the most enticing way. Then his thighs widen out to tree trunks further down.

Sure, I made his cock hard by just existing. But he’s having quite an effect on me too. His dark hair shines in the sun, and his hands are on his hips, his stance as calm as if he were a farmer surveying his fields.

I had an image of what he would be like when I was spying on him. And he’s turned out to be quite different but at the same time very similar. His personality is just as strong as I thought, but in a different way. And I had no idea he would be an artist too. A tremendously gifted one. It must have taken him years to develop that kind of eye for his surroundings.

It must have been the same way he just learned to swim. Clumsily and totally wrong in the beginning, then quickly much better when he grasped the basics. There’s a humility and patience in this guy that I don’t think I’ve encountered before. He cares less about how something happens, just the outcome. That first part of his swimming lesson must have been a little humiliating for him, at least. But he powered through it. And in the end, he could swim.

I could learn to like a man like that. A lot.

I’m not attracted to cavemen, but now I think I just might be attracted to this one. He’s not really a caveman in any way. He doesn’t even live in a cave. He’s like a modern man who’s taught himself all kinds of cool stuff.

It takes him a good ten minutes before he’s able to pull his pants on and close the drawstring in the straining leather. I’m strangely proud that I had that effect on him. His effect on me is less obvious but probably just as strong. I’m dripping, and it’s not just the water from the pond.