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More things my book didn’t tell you.

October 13, 2011

Skinny Dipping

Ron, an  elderly man in Florida, had owned a large farm

For several  years.    He had a large pond in the back.

It was properly shaped for swimming, so he fixed it up  nice with picnic tables, horseshoe courts, and some orange and lime  trees.

One evening the old farmer decided to go down to the  pond, as he hadn’t been there for a while, and look it  over.

He grabbed a five-gallon bucket to bring back some fruit. As he neared the pond, he heard voices shouting and laughing with glee.

As he came closer, he saw it was a bunch  of

Young women skinny-dipping in his  pond.

He made the women aware of his presence,

And they all went to the deep  end.

One  of the women shouted to him, 

 “We’re not coming out until you leave!”

Ron frowned,I didn’t come down here to watch you ladies swim naked or make you get out of the pond naked.”

Holding the bucket up Ron said, “I’m here to feed the alligator.”

Some old men can still think fast.

I didn’t run into this old man, but one evening  a few of my women friends and I decided to go to the beach and have a little late night swim. Madero beach in Zihuatanejo is a delightful beach to swim, day or night. We all knew it would be deserted and so no bathing suits were required.

My little group consisted of two young and attractive girls and two daring old women. Of course we had brought are bottle of tequila, to warm our spirits and chase away our nerves about crocodiles. We had seen them swimming in that area and had been told they really liked night swimmers. Not to be stopped we all shed are clothes heaping them into a pile close to shore where we could later find them. Running and giggling we jumped in! Enjoying our daring adventure we toasted each other with a shot of tequila for our bravery. Laughing and teasing each other pretending to be the fearful crocodile, I’m sure we had made a lot of noise on the quiet beach.

Getting a little chilly we decided enough was enough and we started for shore. Where our clothes had been piled now stood two policemen with our clothes hanging on the ends of their guns. We all ducked deep in the water and the laughing stopped. Whispering about what to do quickly turned into an argument about who should go face the police. I thought the pretty young girls had a better chance of no problems. They thought the old ladies would have the best advantage of no police problems.

After a short time the police started yelling for us to come out of the water, and that they knew we were still there. Someone shoved the pretty young girl out of the water and she bravely walked up to retrieve our clothes. The police were having so much fun with this, they only gave her one set of clothes, and yelled for us all to come out. Our friend on the beach, who stood naked, was begging us to hurry and get out so she could get dressed. We all ran and grabbed our clothes off the end of the guns and quickly ran for cover. Now we were scared about what the police would do to us. Nervously, we watched as the police  came closer and closer. When they got to us one of them said, “You ladies need to buy a bathing-suit,” and  keep walking with grins on their faces.

And that my friends was the last time I went skinny-dipping!

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