I wanted to breathe a little romance back into our relationship and had decided that a night sitting by a fire down at the beach was just the remedy.  I plotted the  romantic scene in my mind and when he got home I had him agree to a little moonlit madness.

There we sat, on a blanket beside a roaring fire, beers in hand under a canopy of velvet night and twinkling stars, just us.  We debated whether or not to strip naked and dive into the lake. Although it had been a warm August evening, the night air was significantly chillier. Our proximity to the fire and the beers I had quaffed were either making me bolder or too warm but the idea of skinny dipping held some appeal.  

I peered into the flames, grinned widely, then stood up and stepped away from the firelight, undressing in the darkness.  I rushed headlong and naked into the lake, laughing excitedly.   I was pleased that the water felt so warm to my skin. "Get in here", I yelled out to him.  I know him, well.  He would sit there and debate the matter for a minute or two.  

I took the opportunity to take the elastics from my braids allowing my hair to flow over my naked form.  I was an enchanting mermaid, a moon maiden, beckoning him to me.  He followed my lead, eventually.  We romped and played in the water, dancing under it's silver caress then dashed back to the fireside and the warmth of the blanket, our clothes left at the shore.  We laughed at our youthful spontaneity.  Twenty years together and still acting like teenagers.