Duck Lake dirty little secret

She cooed, a shiver moving down her spine as the waters moved up along her sides and over her back. Creamy head remaining up out of the water as she kept to the shallows. Her toes splayed, she moved along the lake's bed slowly, watching as the ducks arced out of her reach and away. The water was cold though it was refreshing. 

After soaking herself she would turn around back towards the lakeside. She takes note then of the stranger watching her cautiously and yet curiously from the tree line. Hello there, pretty boy. She greets, moving to the edge of the lake and laid down where the water just barely lifted up her sides. Come to watch a woman bathe? She asks and goes on to groom and preen at her creamy white furs.