This was written in 2016. I am consolidating posts:
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I am currently on a train. So I kinda can’t go lurk on sexy pics right now. But I am feeling horny, reading stories here.
I want to contribute now.
Act I – (when I first saw her)
Almost exactly one year ago, after a difficult breakup, I went to a picnic/bbq by the side of a certain Swiss lake. A friend of mine invited another friend, who in turn invited Marie. I immediately noticed her and her deliciously sexy body. She was wearing a red flowery pattern summer dress. Lake water was at a perfectly refreshing temperature, and I hoped she was wearing a bikini already, because I really wanted to see her take off the dress eventually to go for a swim. She wasn’t though, but that was a good thing:
Eventually when everyone started jumping in the water, and only 3 of us were left on land, she announced out loud that she had to put on her bathing suit, and stepped away and hid behind a tree that was only a few steps away from us. The tree only hid her from the people who were in the lake already swimming. But from where I was sitting, I could see her from head to toes. She bent her knees and lifted her dress over her ass. She was wearing deep red bikini bottoms already. She turned partially away, while lifting the dress over the rest of her body. And she was topless. I was surprised! I had noticed her breasts under her summer dress, but I would not have guessed that her breasts had been unsupported the whole time.
I didn’t get to see her nipples, because she was partially turned away, but I did notice that she had what some like to call “torpedo tits” elegantly pointing forward with a gravity defying slope. I could see the edge of her slightly pink, puffy areola.
She then put on her bikini top, returned to where I was sitting, gave me a wink, and jumped in the water.
Act II – (when I first touched her)
I was moving away that summer, I only had a few weeks left. So that first time I met M. by the lake, I told her I would like to see her again sometime very soon. We didn’t have our phones with us, but before I left, I told her I would pass my number to her friend’s friend (who is my friend). The path was there to find each other.
When I got a text message from M. saying hello, I just wrote “same place, tomorrow early evening? I want to swim only with you this time”. And she said “sounds perfect”.
When the evening arrived, the sun was still above the horizon. She texted me: ” walk south along the shore for 5 minutes, there’s a more private spot for us over here”. And I walked there already with a semi hard cock.
To keep the boring part brief, we sat down by the water, indeed it was more private in the spot she chose. Behind us we were shielded by some bushes from the rest of the grassy area. We drank white wine. She was wearing a different dress, but this time her bikini top was already on. I thought it was too bad I wasn’t going to get another peep show.
Finally, already somewhat tipsy from the wine, we got up from the grass and prepared to jump in the water. I took of my shirt, she took off her dress. And with my eyes, I took off her bikini. I imagined her breasts, with their now obvious shape underneath her top. Her breasts were supporting the bikini and giving them shape, not the other way around. I tried to guess where exactly her nipples were, but I only wanted to stare 2-3 seconds at a time. I knew she felt comfortable with my staring, as she nearly stood there for me to watch for maybe 3 minutes before jumping in the water.
We watched the sunset from the lake, in the water, and swam around each other in circles. She then said “I thought you had a girlfriend” and I just replied “it’s complicated” (the break up had just happened, but I wanted to not seem desperate). Moments later, I pulled her in for a kiss, while nearly immediately, putting my hands on the back of her thighs, with my thumbs reaching up towards her ass. I slowly continued this sliding towards her ass, and when I got to have my full hands on it, I suddenly increased the pressure, and went for a full grab, as I pulled her completely towards me. I felt her magical tits press against me. Gravity defying, but yet incredibly soft. Perky soft tits are fucking great.
As we were in deep water, using our legs to stay vertical while floating, she said “you will have to now swim for the both of us” and she opened her legs and wrapped them around my hips, bringing not just her pussy mound, but her entire vulva (yup, I will use anatomically descriptive words) in contact with me, as she rolled her hips while pressing herself onto me. I felt her placing herself right on my cock, with the tip of my hard cock touching in the spot I imagined her clit probably started (a bit higher than where her labia majora (outer pussy lips) parted). With a hip roll, I felt her inner thighs go higher up so she could press my cock onto her, from her perineum (and probably asshole) up her bikini covered pussy. I had to use my legs to kick in the water down to stay somewhat vertical, and this causes a gentle thrusting motion that made her breathing to finally become deep and loud. She says into my ear “so now I know… you really have something big, and now I am making you as hard as I can.” Meanwhile, I am undoing the knots of her bikini strings (both her top and her bottom, which are at that point only staying on because she is pressing hard against me).
Pause: someone just sat right next me in the train while I write this. The fact that my cock is hard might be a bit obvious even though I am wearing jeans (I am crossing my legs now in what must be a suspicious angle). I will put my phone away for now.
Act III –
Finally I finished untying all the knots of her bikini. My legs were getting a little tired. I reached back with one arm and held on to one of those buoys that warns boats to not get too close to shore.
Her legs are still wrapped around me, with her knees near my armpits and the entire length of her wettest body part (even though below our shoulders we are fully underwater) is grinding rhythmically on my cock.
But I am still wearing my swimming suit. And her bikini is being held in place by our bodies. So I slid down her body, taking her bikini top with my teeth, while taking the bottom with my hands. And while I do that, she reached (with her feet!) and pulled my bathing suit down entirely. We enjoyed the moment of controlled exposure. We are fully naked, but our bodies are semi-hidden from our eyes. I still manage to notice her tits gently moving from side to side following the rhythm of her arms as she treads water. I have established that she possesses a pair of torpedo tits. Never was this nickname more true now that, underwater, they are pointing towards me. Her areolae are still pink, but with the added effect of the water, and presumably all her arousement, hers aren’t puffy nipples at the moment. Hard they are, as I take a deep breath and go underwater to kiss and suck them, one after the other. This turns out to be difficult, and I swallowed some water. She laughs at me and she says something for the first time since we started kissing (oh, yeah, did I mention how delicious her lips were? Very). “what did you do with my bikini?” I show her that I have it wrapped around my thigh. This requires me to bring my hips closer to the water surface. So she takes in a full view of my cock, which remains just slightly under the surface. She brings her face towards it. “I had been feeling how big it is, and I take full credit for how hard it is now… but wow, that’s good looking penis… may I lick it?”. I just gave her the sexiest smirk in my repertoire.
She was licking the entire shaft of my cock, while I leaned back to bring it over the water surface, using the buoy as leverage. While I was getting licked, kissed and sucked, I started tying her bikini and my swimming suit (which was floating next to us for some time) to the buoy. Once I was done with that, it was time for my hands to return to an exploratory task. I felt the full firm, yet soft, handfullness of her tits. More than a handful. Large C’s or small D’s, if we want to go by bra size. Asian pear, or small cantaloupes if we want to go by fruit size. Then, abruptly, I reached around her body and between her legs, and when I felt the slippery wetness coming out of her vagina, I slid my finger in.
In retrospect, I should have gone slowly and made her ache for it. “I don’t feel comfortable with this if it’s underwater, I don’t want to get some infection” she said, as she squeezed my balls with her left hand. “But this water is so clean!” I said, as I moved my fingers along the exterior of her vulva. In retrospect, I should have just switched holes, and gently put a finger up her asshole. I would have then been able to make a joke about her having something up her butt. Missed opportunity. Oh well.
It might be repetitive to describe the R-rated scene (over the water) with the X-rated mutual masturbation going on underwater, which went on until the sky was fully dark. “should we continue this on our beach towel? “, ” great idea”.
I saw her fully naked, all at once (from head to toes) when we got out of the water. Her breasts I had seen. Her fully shaved pussy (yeah, once in a while I will use that word for simplicity) I had only felt (inside and out with my hands). Her full shape was as divine as I could imagine. I wanted to photograph her with my mind. And I did, because I still remember her getting out of the water before me, and looking at her from below. First, as she got out, her legs joining into a smooth line, I saw her pussy with the slightest hint of swollen labia minora peaking out. Swollen and with a shine to them that suggested more than just water. I think I saw a hint of creaminess slowly drip down. But I don’t really now for sure. The skies were still getting darker.
When she turned around, I noticed her areolae had begun to protrude again. Was she warmer? Or had she actually cummed in the water from the clit rubbing she did against my right leg?
Our only towel was wet, but it was the only thing we had available.
We lied down and I went down on her. It was like finally being able to reach a cookie jar.
Let me say this as a form of spoiler:
We made out quietly, and sneakily, for at least two hours. But there were some people right behind us on the other side of the bushes (3 meters away from us!). Neither of us is shy. But the group was clearly a bunch of drunk loud guys. It wasn’t a turn on. Then, I asked her about her situation (because we had no condoms with us because we are idiots), and she said she wasn’t on birth control. I wasn’t going to risk getting someone pregnant right before moving to another country. So… there was no sex (no penetration).
She told me this: “if those guys weren’t behind us, I would be begging you to take me from behind”.
I had already sold all my furniture. I was sleeping these days at a friend’s couch. She had a housemate, who didn’t know (she said) that hers was an open relationship (with some older dude, older than me at least, that she kept on the side). She said “I don’t want my housemate to see me arrive with you and then ask me all sorts of questions”. I said to her “no need to be embarrassed of being a slut. I am a slut too. I wish everyone was ethically slutty like us.”
Just like that, we prepared to leave. It was almost 11pm. I needed to wake up at 6 am to wrap up my last week at work.
She proceeded to grab her bikini, from the pile of stuff we had next to us. “hey, where are my bikini bottoms?” ” Oh, it was all tied to the buoy.” I said. “Either it’s still there, or it wasn’t properly tied and it floated away while you were distracted with my cock” ” oh shit… the bikini was a present from my boyfriend… I wonder what he will say when I explain to him how I lost this”. “how old is he by the way?” “35“ “he is barely older than me. you are calling me old” “you are like a teenager to me… look at you, you have been hard since we met many hours ago” “not my fault” “we will finish this next time” “yeah, let’s get out of here”
We rode the train in silence. She opened her legs so I could see her pussy. No bikini bottoms. Great stuff. My train stop was before hers. As I got up she put her index and middle fingers, of her left hand, inside of her, and took them out. She kissed her fingers, slightly licking them. And then she grabbed the back of my neck. With her right hand she grabbed my cock over my clothes and said “think of me often, when you are hard” “think of me when you are wet” I replied. “I don’t have a dildo large enough to imagine that it’s you inside me” And we hugged goodbye.
I stumbled our of the train, touching the now-lubed back of my head. Was it saliva? Was it her cum? Certainly a bit of both. That night I had 3 incredibly strong orgasms, all on my own..
That was the last time I saw her before moving to a different country.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8heaa7/i_to_iii_that_time_where_i_went_swimming_and_did