M is for Moonlight #AtoZChallenge

#AtoZChallenge M

Welcome to my A to Z Challenge Blog! Like or comment on this post, or vote at the end of the week for your favorites and I’ll continue the top four stories next month! (For details, see my Theme Reveal.) For the second week, my theme is romantic stories. Come back for Week 3 (Anything Goes) or Week 4 (Non-consent). Without further ado, enjoy M is for Moonlight.


She looked out onto the lake at sunset. It was beautiful at this time of day, but she knew it would be terrible to go outside. The bugs were the worst right at sunset. Once it was entirely dark, it would be better. She would still get bitten terribly by mosquitos if she didn’t go right into the water, but it was only thirty feet to the dock.

She moved away from the window and went to change into her bathing suit. It had just come in the mail, and she modeled it in front of the full-length mirror in the hallway. It was a two-piece, but it wasn’t revealing. The bottoms were solid blue, and the top was white with blue flowers. The straps were adjustable, just how she liked them to be. She practiced the form she would use for a dive in front of the mirror. When she raised her arms above her head, her stomach was exposed, but not too much.

By the time she was done, the sun had set completely. She went to the sliding glass door and grabbed a towel off the table next to the door. She was poised to run out into the moonlight when she noticed there was someone already in the lake!

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He had loved coming to this secluded lake in Pennsylvania since he was a small child, but as an adult, he hadn’t had much time to visit his aging aunt. She lived alone and had managed to figure things out for herself, but he felt guilty for not spending more time with her. She had no children, and his own mother had passed away when he was barely a man. She had mentored him as he went to college and started his career. But he had finally taken the time to step away from his busy life to spend a weekend with his aunt.

When he had been a boy, his favorite thing to do was go night swimming with his dad. There was nothing like the quiet of the night, swimming in the moonlight. He was eager to get in the water, but his aunt had asked his help with some laundry. By the time he had that situated, she had fallen asleep on the couch. He was glad she had fallen asleep because it would mean solitude in the water. His life needed to take a different turn, desperately. He just couldn’t figure out what he needed to do. Mulling it over in the cool water would help.

He ran out into the night and dove off the end of the dock. He knew to make it a shallow dive so he wouldn’t hurt himself. He surfaced fifteen feet from the dock and looked up at the moon. It was beautiful. He never tracked the phases of the moon, but it looked like it was close to full. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky, and the stars were brilliant. He could see so many more stars here than he could when he was at home in Philadelphia.

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Marie pushed down the feeling of annoyance at having her solitude ruined. It wasn’t like she owned the lake, but no one else was ever out at night. Her elderly neighbor fell asleep in front of the TV on the couch most nights. When they both had their curtains open, they could see right into each other’s living rooms. She didn’t go night swimming every night, but most nights she did. It was the thing that had pushed her to buy this place five years ago when she had come into a sizeable inheritance. She loved that no one there knew her, and she loved that she could be in solitude. She had made some friends, like the lovely woman next door. On her other side, the house was set far back from the lake and she hardly ever saw the owners.

Well, she was already wearing her bathing suit, so she might as well go anyway. She was just glad she hadn’t decided to go skinny dipping. In the typical seclusion, she often forewent the bathing suit and just dove right in.

She dropped the towel on the bench by the water and quietly walked to the end of the dock where she lifted her arms and executed a perfect shallow dive into the water.

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Martin watched as a beautiful, curvy woman exited her home and approached the water. He hadn’t realized the neighbor had been home. He hadn’t seen anyone in the house all day, and there had been no car in the driveway when he had arrived hours earlier. With the way the light glowed behind her, he couldn’t make out any of her features, not even the color of her hair, but he couldn’t help but appreciate the curve of her hips and the way her thick thighs left no gap between them. He was a sucker for a woman with curves.

He was still spellbound when he got a peek at her creamy stomach as she dove into the water.

“What are you doing here?” she called out to him when she surfaced.

“Me?” he asked.

“Who else?” she replied, and he could hear the eye roll in her tone.


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4 thoughts on “M is for Moonlight #AtoZChallenge

  1. Ah, the moonlit night swim; it is so great unless of course you have an over active imagination and can’t stop thinking about what is rising from the depths that can’t be seen in the dim light. Great post, thanks for sharing.

    I did M for Moonlight as well but my post is very different from yours: https://writingiscommunication.wordpress.com/2018/04/14/moonlight-the-space-between-bookstore-presented-by-a-to-z-100-word-stories/

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