Popping Candy

Her lily rises as if to greet the dawn. She pivots to face me with her unbridled femininity.    
     
“Hey, John, pardon me for giving you my flower in full bloom. I swim naked to feel the sun all over and not to have tan lines. But we have the boundary of separate yards though you get a full view I must confess.”      
     
“Greeting the sun in bare breasted brashness must be a woman’s freedom.”      
     
“A liberated woman knows her place under the sky God.”      
     
“Wasn’t it serendipity that your husband rented me this place next door while you and I met in college?”      
     
“I told him you were a study partner and I would scream my lungs out if you made a pass at me.”      
     
“I kept my jingle bells well hidden both in. conversation and while doing laps in your pool which you so graciously gave me a guest pass to.”      
     
“You tricky lad. If my true love caught me   nude while we conversed he might very well spank me.”      
     
“What is worse he might cancel my lease.”      
     
“Which would mean you’d never behold me in my naked glory again.  But surely my being taken under his paddle worries you more than having to relocate.”      
     
“I would arbitrate with him for a lesser punishment. He would listen to my voice of reason. I would convince him to use his bare hand on you instead of a wooden implement.”      
     
“He is calling me. Quickly I must wrap myself in this towel.”      
     
“Your terrycloth is the hijab for a woman’s modesty. You won’t get spanked today.”      
     
“Having you as my lawyer may negotiate a token dust broom swishing as a caveat.”    
     
“A fluffy little duster would be more relaxing than foreboding.”    
     
“It tickles me silly. But he may want me to put on my costume.”    
     
“Having to dress up in a frilly outfit sounds embarrassing.”    
     
“I find my place in the world while wearing my French maid outfit. I must confess his pantiless rule gives me the quivers not so much because of the exposure but more so due to no barrier between my softness and his firm hand.”    
     
“Would you wish me to intervene diplomatically on your behalf to keep your panties on?”    
     
“Yes, your political savvy as a man would hold more weight than mine as a woman. He has told me to listen to you because of your street smarts. It is plausible that he’d put stock in your opinions.”
     
“Perhaps I could appeal to his self interest. The duster sounds like a great exfoliation that would smooth your derrière into the perfectly kissable pillow for him.”    
     
“Maybe his focus could be redirected to his amateur acupressure that snaps my nexuses until I am his popping candy.”