That I have an animal attraction to women I have never noticed. Maybe that is why I am reluctant to relate the following event.
The visibility was only reasonable at the bottom. Above there was one and a half metre at the most. There was again a new boat moored in the bay and right away I saw her glide, her dorsal fin like a crown upon the wheel that she turned. At the slipway a few kids ran ankle deep in the high tide surf, kicked up water, faraway shouts. There was a firm breeze that blew waves into the water, too high for comfortable boating.
Why are there no wetsuits of which you can zip the front- and the backside together at the sides, like with skating trousers. Tucking up to get into it isn't worthwhile just to go for a dip. And now that I mention it, why not a genital pinafore so you don't have to pee in your suit. A johnapron.
When the visibility is bad, swimming with Dusty is very different. She does come very close, but she's off again in a flash. When she didn't show at the boat I swam out to the orange buoy, which is moored on a wrist-size rope that is generously furnished with seaweed. It's a hangout for stickleback-sized fish and a reference marker for Dusty.
Sometimes it looks like she can read my thoughts. When I notice her it seems as if she's watching me from that position for quite some time. So she did now, and when slightly later I checked at my feet in the nick of time I saw her flash by underafore. If she does this on purpose she must know in advance that I will look there, otherwise she never can be in position that fast. Moreover, she must know what I'm going to do before I know myself. Like prelepathy. In science an experiment must yield a repeatable result. Dusty does it time after time after time.
I had received good news from Mona Lisa and was in excellent shape. Every fly-by I could keep up with for a while until the bottom, where lack of air rather than slowness urged me to the surface. Dusty increased her attraction by only allowing a fingerlight touch. Each time I swam with her from the buoy I emerged again into its direction, so in circles.
Sometimes she breaches these cycles when I swim in a straight line, usually when I'm heading for the pier rock to leave the water. This time I held for the slipway at the other beach corner of the bay, some 300 metres away. Not only did she swim along, she also kept coming closer for longer and as I approached the slipway she began to cut in. This she usually does when I want to go out of the water and often I let myself be persuaded to linger a little longer. She kept cutting in ever more directly and I got the feeling she wanted to prevent me from swimming her closer to a few water wanderers.
At a given moment in standing water she came straight towards me at breakneck speed. This she has never done before. A large white blur slid by in the murky water. I was surprised that she wanted her belly to be stroked in such shallow water, but I reached out to her and she slipped by in such a fashion that I touched her genitals.
This is where I go taboo. If you give in to this, she will try it with other people as well and that can lead to dicey situations. But she came by again and tried another time. I stroked her chest but then I played the innocent. Then she bumped into me, not forceful, but on purpose and like never before, and again. I tried to steer clear of her, but she kept insisting. I got the feeling someone else had 'spoiled' her and this was a discovery of pleasure.
I want no part in that. I let myself wash in by a wave of happiness, took off my monofin and stumbled into gravity. Panting I looked behind me, but she was no-where to be seen.
I do not want to be holier than thou, but I write this as a warning not to give in to that. The individual that tries anyway should keep in mind she is no beach babe you can fool around with. There have been cases in which the dolphin turned nasty. And then you don't want to be in the water.