Skinny Dipping

I thought she was joking when she suggested it. I thought that she'd decline when I picked a spot on the small, rural roadside river we'd been snorkling along. How delightful to be wrong. She quickly took her suit off and tossed it on the rock where I was sitting, taking my own off. I hopped into the water and ducked under to look at her naked body, smooth and hairless, elegantly curving.

The sunlight, disrupted by the wavelets on the surface, danced over her skin. Her breasts floated in front of her, nipples either alert at the stimulus or hard from the chill. Already aroused by watching her gracefullness in the water while snorkling to this spot, I grew hard looking at her, despite the chill of the water.

We explored the hidden spaces in the spot, between the boulders and fallen trees, pointing out a fish here and there. We savored the water washing over all of us, our bodies free from restriction and gravity.

I noted her walking on tiptoe along a sandbar and moved up behind her. I surfaced and stood, and wrapped my arms around her. She smiled and we kissed and the firm warmth of her body against mine contrasted with the formless cool of the water around us.

We kissed deeply, and when she lost her tenuous tiptoe hold on the sand beneath she lifted herself and wrapped her legs around my back. I held her now weightless body and positioned myself to enter her. How easily I slipped in, and as we kissed and wriggled I could feel both the slick wetness from her and the cold friction of the water following me in. I bounced her off of my hips over and over just for the fun of it, never really building up the sensations. I pried her arms from my shoulders and spun her 180 degrees on my cock, so that she was facing down, only her snorkel above the water, and using her hips as handles I continued to thrust.

I had been aware of the sounds of a family splashing just around the bend, but I could hear them no longer.

I pulled out of her and set her down, and with a kick coasted to a boulder with a plateau rising out of the water. I sat there, reclining back, my stiff rod undaunted by the breeze that raised goosebumps across my arms. She dropped her mask in the water and I chided her to forget about it, to come continue the fantasy.

She rested her elbows on my thighs and engulfed him, her head bobbing up and down with her hair slicked back, an excellent view I am not usually afforded. A small crash in the woods nearby caused her to stop and look around, but by then we didn't care if we were watched. A second later and she was again taking him to the very back of her throat.

She looked up at me and confirmed we were both thinking the same thing. I slipped back into the water and stroked him as she kissed my ears and pinched my nipples. As I come close to the climax she pulls away from me and watches him with a smile in anticipation. I look at her and it is her beauty and vulnerability, her unabashed nakedness to me and the world, that sends me over the edge as he silently sends four oddly shaped shots into the water. Each in succession, brilliant white and seeming to disintegrate at the edges. We look for a moment, then smile and chuckle and kiss more.

I dive to find her mask. I toss her suit to her and put my own back on. I look down to see the white strands resting on the sand, a few feet below the surface.

We fix our masks again and head back upstream.