Prurient Waters [MF] [Cheating] [Teasing] [Exhibitionist] [Oral] [Dominance]. The following is based on a true experience with a male friend in my late teens, with only some slight embellishments. A long read but worth it. Enjoy!!

At the age of 19, my boyfriend William and I would often go camping in the North Georgia mountains. We enjoyed nature, and the fact that we had to rough it was a challenge that we gladly took on. We would sometimes go alone, other times we’d enjoy a weekend with friends. Our location of choice was Sarah’s Creek, nestled deep in the North Georgia Mountains, in the middle of the Chattahoochee National Forest. Eight miles up the mountain, you were guaranteed privacy. Only seeing the occasional game warden, patrolling the area. Our site was away from the main dirt road and located directly by a creek that flowed with ice cold water.

One weekend in August, we were to go alone for a three-day get away. The day of the departure, my boyfriend’s best friend Scott asked to join us. We welcomed him to come along. The first night, we set up camp and enjoyed a nice steak dinner. As the evening grew dark, we sat around the fire sharing stories of past times, laughing at jokes, and sipping on wine. Scott was significantly older than me. Eleven years my senior to be exact. He was an attractive man and he had the ability to make anyone laugh at a moment’s notice. For this alone, I was always drawn to him. I enjoyed his company.

It was not a secret to me that he had a crush on me. He had often flirted with me when William wasn’t around. But he never overstepped the boundaries, to make a move on his best friend’s girl. I enjoyed his attention and found no shame in flirting with him as well. His hair was dark, wavy, and framed his face perfectly. It always seemed to be a mess, but never unkempt. It gave him a boyish look. His eyes were dark brown, just like my own. They almost appeared to be black. He was always clean shaven. He had an athletic build and was just a little under 6 foot tall.

The following day, I awoke to the smell of bacon. It was already daylight and I was the last to rise. I dressed and exited our tent. Both William and Scott were cooking a ton of food including eggs, bacon, fried potatoes, grits, and toast. I rarely ate an extensive breakfast and was impressed at all the work they had put into our meal. It was well needed, as we had planned a hike deep into the woods for the late morning. I sat next to the firepit, which was now a pile of ash with scattered pieces of unburnt wood.

William poured me a cup of coffee and brought it over to me. He greeted me with a quick kiss on my lips and whispered, “Good morning Beautiful.” I smiled and told him how I appreciated the gesture and for also allowing me to sleep in. William was a good boyfriend. We’d been together for two years. We had the occasional disagreements as any normal couple experienced. But overall, we got along great. Our sex life was amazing. He was 10 years older than me, an experienced and generous lover.

I had always had a fascination for older men. He was attractive and had the most beautiful blue eyes I’d ever seen. It didn’t take long for me to fall for him. We met at a friend’s birthday party and had hit it off immediately. We had everything in common. The first time we had sex, I was blown away at how experienced he was. He was the first man to make me cum orally. He basked in going down on me. He loved to comment on how fresh I tasted and how wet I would get. His dick was a little over average in length and thick and veiny. He relished in my blow jobs, which allowed him to fill my belly with his seed. I never turned down an opportunity to fuck him. He was by far the best lover I’d ever had. I was undoubtedly hooked.

After eating breakfast and cleaning up, we began our excursion for the day. About 100 yards along the creek was a small waterfall, about three feet in height. It poured directly into a hole about 5 feet wide with enough depth to completely submerge yourself. It was perfectly shaped and seemed to be intentionally made as a bathing hole through the works of Mother Nature. This was discovered on our first camping trip there and was immediately designated as our bathing station. The waterfall was perfect to dip your head under. The water was ice cold. Regardless, it was always refreshing on the hottest Summer days.

It didn’t take long to start sweating. The August day was already considerably hot. Georgia can produce some of the hottest days this time of year. The humidity didn’t make things any more comfortable. We moved forward, taking breaks along the way. Overall, we travelled over two miles. Our destination unplanned and unknown.

With the temperature reaching the mid nineties by noon, we decided to return. Once we arrived at camp, we removed our backpacks and promptly drank the cold bottled waters stored in a cooler. I sat in my chair and was grateful to relax. I was eager to dip into the cold water of the creek to cool off. I asked William if he would care to join me. “I’ll wait. I’m looking forward to a short nap” he replied. I kissed him on the forehead and told him I would return shortly. I decided I would take the opportunity to bathe since I was going in the water anyway. I collected fresh clothes and gathered my bathing satchel.

I left William alone *in our te*nt, removed my hiking boots and slipped on my flip flops. Scott was sitting on a cooler enjoying a cold bottle of beer. He was wearing a red ball cap, that sat low above his dark eyes. I smiled inside at how cute he looked in it. His wavy curls extending out. I gave him a quick goodbye and informed him that I would be back soon to fix all of us a nice lunch. “Be careful and give out a loud scream if any bears find you. I’ll be sure to run the other direction” he joked as he cracked a mischievous smile. I laughed and promptly told him, “I’ll be sure to point him your direction.”

I followed the path that led to the bathing hole. I was only somewhat nervous anytime I travelled alone on the mountain trails. And to be honest, the mention of bears made my mind wander. We had at least on one occasion had a bear visit our campsite in the early hours of the morning. It was one the most frightful encounters of my life. Luckily, the bear was more interested in the leftover ribs we had left out by accident. He retreated after his small snack and I had the worst sleep of my life. There was actually no sleep after that. It was a weekend never to be forgotten.

But the current weekend was also never to be forgotten. Little did I know of what was in store for me. I continued along, and briefly heard the faint crack of small tree branches. This usually meant wildlife was in the area. I looked around cautiously and was assured there were no threatening animals lurking in the distance. But the sound continued. I noticed the sound was coming from behind me. I stopped, turned and caught a glimpse of red through the bushes in the turn of the path. I briefly thought to myself and realized the red belonged to the cap that Scott was wearing. But it was motionless and low.

It dawned on me that he was following me and was now crouching behind a bush in the hopes of not being seen. It seemed I had a peeping Tom on my hands. I had no doubt of his intentions. He was after all, fully aware that I was going to be bathing. And if his intentions were to protect me from any misfortunate events, surely he would’ve let me know. Regardless, I was stunned. But I was intrigued as well. I felt turned on by him wanting to watch me bathe. I never really viewed myself as an exhibitionist but was excited at the thought of it.

I returned to walking the distance to the waterfall, my thoughts consumed with anticipation in giving Scott the pleasure of seeing me in a way that only my boyfriend currently witnessed. I walked along the shallow water of the creek, stopping a short distance from the waterfall. A large flat boulder laid against the brink of the creek. It always served as a table to lay out my clothes and my satchel. I placed everything on it and turned slowly to face the path. I saw nothing. Not even a glimpse of red. I had to wonder if I had scared him into returning to the campsite. I decided he wouldn’t have and proceeded to undress.

I removed my tank top and shorts to reveal my bikini underneath. It is how I have always bathed when here. I was thick and curvy. I have always been told by lovers that I am voluptuous. My bikini top barely held my double D sized breasts. It was by far the greatest feature of my body. They were squeezed together to form cleavage, and somewhat bulging over the edge of fabric. Most bikini tops were too small for me. I always had to go a size up. I playfully tinkered with the elastic of my bottoms to properly align them. With my back turned to the path, looking down and over my shoulder, I ran my fingers underneath the elastic of the rear. Pulling them out slightly to slap back against my plump ass. I was hoping Scott was in the thick of the woods somewhere. I was not doing all of this out of habit. I wanted to give him a show he’d never forget. I felt so awakened and sexy. In all honesty, I was turning myself on. I could already feel myself saturating my bottoms.

I picked up my shower gel and walked slowly toward the waterfall. I gingerly stepped down into the water hole. The water was cold against my skin but felt refreshing on that hot day. The depth of it enveloped me up to my waist. I turned my back to the waterfall and leaned my head back to wet my long hair. The icy temperatures of the water produced goosebumps all over my skin. I looked down to see that my nipples had hardened and were swelling beneath the fabric. They continued to harden, almost painfully. I didn’t resist touching them. Almost in a way that they were being discovered for the first time.

I rubbed them with both hands slowly and opened my mouth slightly to allow my hardened breaths to escape. I pulled the inside of the fabric to the sides to allow my tits to fall with a sudden bounce. I took the shower gel and begin to lather both tits, focusing mainly on the nipples. I pinched them and pulled on them which put me into a state of irrefutable desire. I laid my head back and released a heavy sigh, while circling my breasts harder and faster, squeezing them together.

Pushing one hand down my stomach, I slid my hand beneath my bottoms. My fingers brushed past the small triangle of peach fuzz neatly groomed above my clit. I continued on and parted my slippery lips. I was soaking wet, my honey exuding from my cunt which was now clinching, begging to be entered. My pussy was controlling my every move. I had even almost forgotten about my perverted friend watching me. I was entangled in the overpowering covets of carnal pleasure. But my actions were hidden beneath the water. I decided to exit the water hole and remove my top entirely. Then I untied the bottoms of my bikini letting them drop to the sandy floor of the creek scattered with small pebbles.

I sat on a nearby rock that was slightly angled and allowed me to sit, facing Scott’s direction. I was completely nude now. My body glossy from the water, my nipples still hard and protruding. I parted my legs and slid my fingers down, stopping at my clit. The thick, white cream of my pre-cum was covering my entire crotch. I pressed down hard on my clit which had also hardened and felt a small jolt shake through my loins. I am going to have to take it slow unless I want to cum immediately. But was enjoying being the star of this show. There was no hastening now.

Lowering my head backwards, I softly moaned as I entered my fingers into the tight entrance of my glistening cunt. I bent my legs to place my feet on the rock, slowly finger fucking myself. Passion soared through my entire being as I felt primal in the woods surrounding me. I pulled my fingers from myself and brought them to my lips. I glossed them over with the slick balm that came from my delicate sheath. Puckering my lips around them, I sucked them clean. I relished my taste and was eager for more. Returning my fingers to my pussy, I stopped at my protruding knob and pressed lightly while encircling it. My hips raised up as I wanted to grind myself into the humid air.

And then I saw it. A glimpse of red. But this time it was moving toward me and not hidden. Shocked at his fearless forthcoming I slowly stopped and placed my hips back onto the rock. He was in clear view now. His pants were removed. He still wore the soft t-shirt he had on before and was wearing grey boxer briefs. His shoes had been removed. I could clearly see the outline of his glorious cock. It was impressive. I love the thickness in a dick. It always feels good inside of my tight pussy.

I was speechless but no part of me wanted to tell him to leave. I was desperately excited at what was to follow. His eyes were locked on mine, and I received the impression he was not going to speak either. He briskly walked through the water and was almost immediately in front of me. He took his hat off and shook his head to allow his hair to naturally fall into place. He took off his t-shirt and tossed it on the rock beside us. I won’t forget how he looked. He was most certainly handsome, sexy, and charismatic. I realized how I had been lusting for him more than I had ever cared to admit. His briefs revealed a small wet spot of pre-cum at the top of them. “Is this what you want?” he asked as he tightly gripped his shaft. I hadn’t expected him to speak and was turned on by his confidence.

Somehow, with my mind racing, I managed to tell him yes. I was still trying to ingest it all. He pulled down the elastic waistband and his cock fell hard, bouncing until coming to a rest. It was pointing up and was as rigid as the rock I was sitting on. He was thick, and a little over average, similar to my boyfriend’s dick. But the head of it was massive, towering atop his shaft. I’d never seen a larger head on a cock before. My cunt contracted as I admired the beauty of his endowment. The thought of wrapping my wet cunt around it made it clinch.

He stepped forward and grabbed the back of my head, tightly gripping locks of my wet hair. I looked up at him and opened my mouth to take him. I stopped shortly of reaching it and kissed the tip to dip my lips into his meatus. I then licked my lips off to taste him. “Mmmm… that’s what I want baby.” I said as I looked him in the eye and formed a slight smile. Wrapping my lips around the head, he started pushing himself into me. As my lips slipped over the crown, he let out a small groan. I pulled back to the tip, my tongue sliding along his shaft, leaving traces of slick saliva. I began sucking harder as I approached. I reached one hand around to his ass, gripping his firm cheek in it. Pushing him into me, him pushing my head onto him. I was able to take all of him and could feel the large head forcing itself into my throat.

“Fuck that feels good.” He said as he pushed harder and forced himself completely into me. My eyes watered, I was unable to breath and I was about to gag when he pulled back and started to face fuck me. I gripped my other hand around his balls, squeezing and massaging them. My moans were harder. I could feel the wetness of me slowly glide down onto my asshole like hot honey. His speed quickened and I felt his balls contract. My mouth rapidly bobbing onto him, eager to taste every drop of his milky cum. He pulled himself out of me, took me by the arms and pulled me up. With his hand on the small of my back, he pulled me to him and began sucking on my nipples. His other hand reached down and began to press hardly against my clit. I was breathless, I had never wanted to be fucked so badly. Then taking me by the hips, he turned me away from him. I bent over propping myself onto the large rock.

I parted my legs and felt anxious for him to enter me. Instead, I felt his tongue sliding between my lips as he pulled my ass cheeks apart. My entire body shuddered. I slowly began to thrust my cunt into him. My pelvis rocking in a slow, circular motion. My legs spread further, at the thought of somehow giving him more of me. He mumbled at how sweet I tasted. In a loud whisper I told him, “Please fuck me, I can’t bear it anymore.” “Not until you cum.” He commanded. I continued to grind by pelvis into him as he teased my clit, sucking on it and stopping to extend his tongue into my cunt. He pushed the tip of his thumbs inside my asshole and I squealed at the unexpectedness of it.

My body felt on fire as the excitement soared through me into whirlpools of delirium. I couldn’t get enough. I felt my pussy tighten and pulsate. The walls of my cunt shook me into spasms of a quivering decadence. Euphoria spilled into the hemispheres of my mind. I had never cum so hard before. My loud moans, gasps and screams were certainly heard deep into the woods surrounding us. I didn’t care. My body was being controlled by raw passion and nothing could stop us.

Just as quickly as I came, I felt him grasp my hips and push himself deep into me. The head squeezing along my inner lips alone made me exhale a sound I’d never heard come from myself. He moaned deeply as he began to pump deeper into my plentiful pussy. I began to curl and roll my pelvis on his salacious rod. He stopped and stood still as I grinded all of him into me. I watched from below as my cum slid out of me, dripping below into the flow of the creek water. “You’re fucking insatiable.” He uttered as he continued to watch me roll up and down onto the thickness of his shaft. He grabbed my long hair and began to plunge deep and hard into me, my tits bouncing above the rock. I began to feel my body give into him again, as his divine rod tapped deeper into my inner flesh. Our bodies united into an animalistic dance of currents of pleasure. I could feel the heat of his fire coursing through my veins. My submission spilling over like the waterfall before us.

He grunted loudly and began to fill me with his hot, creamy ropes of cum. He continued to cum as my cunt shook hard and I came with him. The intensity of my orgasm caused him to slap my ass hard, then squeezing it tightly. I was yelling profoundly, and don’t even remember any pain. As our bodies began to relax, he pulled himself from me. I turned around to sit again and saw his dick glistening with our combined cum. I pulled him to me and began to lick off the remains of our lustful affair. I looked up at him and smiled with appreciation. He ran his fingers through my hair and said, “That’s my girl.”

He departed to retrieve his clothes. I returned to my bath and washed off. My body was shaken, my mind was consumed with instant replays revolving through it like a preview of a sultry porn flick. I slowly got dressed, gathered my things and walked back to the camp site. My boyfriend was awake and chopping wood for our campfire. I looked at him and felt like such a dirty slut. But I smiled at the thought of what I had just experienced. I could no longer say that my boyfriend had made me cum harder than anyone before. My pussy still felt tingly and I felt it clinch again at the thought of Scott fucking me.

About 30 minutes later, he returned. And from a different direction. I was grateful, as I didn’t want anything to look suspicious. He said a quick hello to us and let us know that he was going into his tent to take a nap. Later that night, William asked me to enter Scott’s tent and turn off his radio. It was distracting, and he couldn’t fall asleep. I agreed to do so and entered his tent. After I turned the radio off, I leaned over and gave him a soft kiss on the lips and told him goodnight. He awakened and pulled me back to him to kiss me deeply. I realized at that moment it was the first kiss we shared.

The rest of the weekend wasn’t as tense as I had expected. Everything went back to the way it was. On occasion, he and I would glimpse at each other. He would wink and I would reciprocate with a wink and a reassuring smile. I had to wonder if we would ever get together again.

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