Bare-ass naked, he walked to the edge of the hole, contemplated a dive, decided the clear water probably made the depth deceptive. So, he sat down on the lip of the rock that extended out over the water, and he eased his body into the pool.

Cool, hell! The water was downright cold! John felt his scrotum shrinking in the chill, his penis going even more compact than usual. Still, after the heat of the day, and the sweat conjured from his little hike, the water felt damn good.

John swam for a few minutes, then floated on his back, then noticed that he was being watched. He couldn't see the face, it was conveniently hidden behind a thickly leafed branch on a head-high bush. John could see the lower hem of a dress, however, as well as the pair of shapely legs below.

John suspected immediately that he knew who his visitor was. Probably that dark-haired little maid who was always giving him the eye up at the house. Had she decided to take a few minutes break and see for herself whether John was willing to offer her more than just his come-on smile?

Well, normally, John would have had second thoughts about fooling around with the help. However, he had been a few days without cunt; and, since Melissa wasn't being accommodating-which was par for the course…

John swam to the rock and pulled himself up out of the water. He came to a standing position and shook himself like a wet dog, sending water splattering in every which direction. His cock flapped against first his right thigh and then against his left.

John was well aware that the cool water had made his cock and balls a little less presentable than they might have normally been. However, even now, what hung suspended between his legs was certainly enough to keep any woman's interest. And, as the sun warmed the chilled neck of his penis and penetrated the shriveled skin of his scrotum, things would even get bigger-if not even before then.