Not really a skinny dipping story but in the same vein: Last year I spent the winter as a 'pisteur' (piste police and ski rescue service, wicked job!) in a French resort. I was staying in a really cool apartment block with a swimming pool and gym complex.
I got back pretty late that day, after a really long emergency session which had taken until well after dark (try skiing off-piste down a 45 degree slope in minus-20 conditions in the pitch-dark, dragging a guy with a broken leg in a sled--no experience like it) I was knackered and emotionally drained so I decided to go and have a swim and a workout. I swam a few lengths and did my usual evening weights, then slipped into the jacuzzi. As I was starting to relax an absolutely stunning girl with waist length black hair, wearing a tiny black bikini walked thorugh towards the swimming pool. She gave me a smile and I think I probably grimmaced back (I got severe back cramps after pulling the sled for any substantial amount of time) and I remember noticing she had really blue eyes, like she was wearing coloured contacts.
Sorry, I'm going on a bit here! Anyway, I slid into a really relaxing sleep after that, but I did glance back and saw her doing powerful breast-stroke lengths--it was obvious how she kept her body so lithe! When I woke up she was gone. I didn't think much of it because I still had cramps, so I decided to go and try out the steam room for the first time, to see if that helped. Anyway, I got in there and just sat down, closed my eyes and fell back into a doze. Which is why I nearly had a heart attack when a voice whispered into my ear, "on doit être
nu ici, nous sommes en France, n'est-ce pas?" (you should be naked in here, we are in France, you know?) I looked at her and she was sitting next to me, smiling, completely naked and unselfconcious. Having drunk her in I decided that when in Rome, and besides I was suddenly turned on like never before. I stood up and dropped my trunks. I've never really cared about these things, but her reaction was pretty memorable: the bench in the steamroom meant that her eyes were at crotch-level. Her eyes widened and she gasped and put her hand up to her mouth, just staring. It was unbelievably sexy...
Anyway, the situation was already pretty porn-scene-ish, and I'm not (despite evidence) a complete manwhore, so I sat back down and we chatted a bit (her eyes were pretty glued to my crotch for parts of the conversation. I didn't mind, it gave me time to drink in what she had to offer!) She massaged my back and it turned out that she was the daughter of one of the local hoteliers. We left together and exchanged numbers as we parted and it actually turned out to be quite a fulfilling relationship, containig some of the most explosive sex I've ever had
She's married now, the lucky bastard!
Kind of an essay. There you are, though, a skinny dipping story!