Ayla Vixen heard the water’s c*ll like a quiet, magnetic pull.

Tonight it wasn’t the ocean, but the swimming pool—still, bl*e, glowing under late-afternoon light that painted ripples across the tiled walls like moving silk.

She stood at the edge, adjusting her suit.

Not neoprene this time.

A sheer, liquid-smooth Leohex catsuit, glossy and featherlight, clinging like a second skin. Dry, it looked sleek and dark. Wet, it would turn nearly translucent—something she’d discovered with equal parts surprise and fascination.

She rolled her shoulders, feeling the fabric settle over her curves, tracing every line of her body with intimate precision. When she moved, it shimmered. When she stretched, it whispered.

Jake approached with that same easy confidence, hands on his hips, offering a half-smile.

“Ready to enter another realm?” he asked.

Ayla smirked, blonde hair tied back, eyes bright.

“I’ve been ready my whole life.”

She slipped into the water.

The moment the pool closed over her, the transformation happened.

The catsuit darkened, gloss turning glassy, suctioning softly to her skin. Water pressed the material flush against her waist, her hips, the gentle curve of her back. Every kick made the fabric glide and catch the light like liquid mercury.

Weightlessness claimed her instantly.

Breathing slow through her regulator, Ayla drifted forward, movements smooth and unhurried. The pool lights fractured above her, turning her into a silhouette of silver and shadow. Bubbles trailed past her cheeks like scattered pearls.

The suit made her hyper-aware of everything—the slide of water along her thighs, the brush of current at her sides, the way each motion felt amplified and graceful.

Jake’s hand occasionally hovered near her lower back to guide her posture, steady and reassuring. Even underwater, she could feel the warmth of that touch through the thin barrier of fabric.

She adjusted her trim and glided, body long and streamlined, the catsuit catching every ripple of light. For a moment she felt less like a diver and more like something born to the water—sleek, fluid, effortless.

Time slowed.

There was only breath. Motion. The soft hum of the pool.

When they finally surfaced, water cascaded down her shoulders in shining sheets. The suit clung closer now, nearly transparent in places, outlining every curve as droplets slid downward and fell back with tiny splashes.

She pushed wet blonde hair from her eyes, chest rising with a satisfied breath.

The world above felt heavier, louder.

But beneath the surface—that quiet, floating freedom—that was where she truly belonged.

And she knew she’d be back in the water again tomorrow.

XOXOXO

Kelli

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