03-12-2024, 01:01 PM
It's incredible," Sara said, twisting her lithe body around as she surveyed the whole lake. She pointed.
"Let's swim over there," she said. "To that rock."
Her finger marked a large rock that sat in the lake perhaps 200 feet away.
"Race you," I said.
"You're on," she replied, and together we dove and swam to see who would get to the rock first.
I was a good swimmer, and I was bigger and stronger than Sara, but I knew she was a good athlete, and I knew that she would try to beat me, so I swam with fast, broad strokes through the lake's cold waters. The cold gripped my chest and made breathing hard, so I had to concentrate. Every once in a while, I raised my head above the surface to see where Sara was. She was close. She wanted to beat me.
I touched the rock first, barely. For a moment both of us clung to it, chests heaving. Then we pulled ourselves up the side of the pebbly surface. After a few moments of clambering Sara and I stood atop the rock, a tiny island in the middle of a jewel of a lake surrounded by the most beautiful mountain scenery I'd ever beheld.
When I had finished taking in my surroundings I turned to Sara. The water-soaked bikini clung to her figure and left little to the imagination.
"This is perfect," I said. "I'm glad you suggested the trip."
"Let's swim over there," she said. "To that rock."
Her finger marked a large rock that sat in the lake perhaps 200 feet away.
"Race you," I said.
"You're on," she replied, and together we dove and swam to see who would get to the rock first.
I was a good swimmer, and I was bigger and stronger than Sara, but I knew she was a good athlete, and I knew that she would try to beat me, so I swam with fast, broad strokes through the lake's cold waters. The cold gripped my chest and made breathing hard, so I had to concentrate. Every once in a while, I raised my head above the surface to see where Sara was. She was close. She wanted to beat me.
I touched the rock first, barely. For a moment both of us clung to it, chests heaving. Then we pulled ourselves up the side of the pebbly surface. After a few moments of clambering Sara and I stood atop the rock, a tiny island in the middle of a jewel of a lake surrounded by the most beautiful mountain scenery I'd ever beheld.
When I had finished taking in my surroundings I turned to Sara. The water-soaked bikini clung to her figure and left little to the imagination.
"This is perfect," I said. "I'm glad you suggested the trip."
जिंदगी की राहों में रंजो गम के मेले हैं.
भीड़ है क़यामत की फिर भी हम अकेले हैं.
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