Sexy Skinny Dipping with A Friend’s Girlfriend [MF]

Don’t you feel that sunny days in lockdown have you pining for the outside again? For the days where we could roam free and be naked *outdoors* as well as indoors? If you do, then hopefully this story is for you.

I should add a slight disclaimer on in that there is cheating in this story, so if that’s not your thing, then move along pal.

It was setting itself up to be a gloriously long summer. My friends and I had just finished exams and, to celebrate, I was hosting 10 of us at my family’s holiday home in the South West of the UK (A grockle, I know). For those of you unfamiliar with Cornwall, it’s a beautiful county with rolling green farms in the interior, epic stretches of golden beaches and huge, powerful surf. I make no comment on the locals. May had rolled into June and the days were long and filled with warmth and excitement.

My family are lucky enough to own a ramble down stone cottage (locals – it’s in the family, alright) which overlooks the dark blues and teals of the Atlantic Ocean. It’s an incredible place to be, if a tad drafty. Straight out of Poldark or du Maurier’s novellas. As I was saying, my friends and I were planning on debaucheries in the evenings and beaches in the day time to get over the ‘stress’ of studying and exams.

The one person you need to know about is Jenny (or Jen). Jenny looked as though she was an extra in Vikings (or Lord of the Rings as was the reference back then). She was tall, square jawed and wore her long, dirty blonde hair in a plaited ponytail. Her eyes sparkled an emerald green behind her glasses and she had the most magnificent smile.

Jen and I got on like a house on fire – we shared mutal loves of lewd jokes, cooking and nature. And, of course, she could scrap with the best of us. We’d often be in the pits at metal shows together or having a jocular 2 man rugby scrum when out and about.

There was just one problem with Jen. She was going out with one of my closest friends. So, despite all of our fun, there was no way I was going to try and come on to her. It just didn’t seem like cricket.

When we all had arrived at the house, before we began drinking and after I had laid down the rules, I added one extra point of order – that every morning, at 0600, I would be going for a swim in the ocean, and that anyone was free to join me. I have always been a morning person, much to the chagrin of everyone at my parties. Most of my friends looked at me with complete derision – there was no way they’d be getting up that early to go for a fucking swim in the fucking *freezing fucking sea* they told me. I explained it was the best way to get rid of a hangover and to enjoy the beaches before they became infested with people. To sweeten the deal, I added that I knew a brilliant little cove which essentially acted as a private beach, to which the resounding reply was:

“Fuck off Rotty”

But I saw Jen’s eyes momentarily light up before we all got down to the serious business of the evening. What drinking game to play first?

The next morning I awoke, thankfully in my own bed, albeit shared with a male friend who was alternating between snoring and farting, making him sound like a broken (and rotten) accordion. Glancing at the clock, I saw it was just past 0600, and so, with my brain swilling around my head in drunken stupor, I pulled on my swimming trunks, crammed some dry clothes into a bag and crept downstairs.

Truly, I hadn’t expected to see anyone awake at this hour. It was a big party last night and it fizzled out around 0300 – which was only 3 hours ago. But there, sitting by the smouldering fire with a mug of steaming tea, was Jen. I croaked a horse ‘Good Morning’ to her, and, helping myself to some tea from the pot, asked her what she was doing up. I knew she wasn’t attuned to getting up this early, her eyes were red and she was yawning constantly.

“Well, I wanted to join you for a swim! You did say it was the best way to work off a hangover…”

After a few mugs of tea and a slice of toast, we tiptoed our way around the party detritus (including a pair of red lace panties – what on earth happened last night?) and headed outside into the glorious Cornish morning. Salty air from the ocean was whipping through the air as the sun peaked out behind light hazy clouds. There really is no better place in the world.

I told Jen it was about a 10 minute drive to the main beach, and told her that she might want to get changed into her swimsuit before hand as there were no changing facilities there.

“No problemo,” She laughed, lifting up her shirt to reveal her light blue speedo onesie “But I thought you were going to this awesome private beach?”

In my weary morning blur, I hadn’t even considered going to the cove – “It’s a bit of a clamber down – is that going to be OK with you?” I asked her.

“Fuck off Rotty” She chuckled back. Fair enough.

We hopped in my parents’ dilapidated Defender (aka El Bandito) and drove 5 minutes down the winding country lanes to a ‘car park’ which was nothing more than a small patch of dirt big enough for three cars. After that, it was a further 5 minute walk down the brambly path as I mumbled about birds on the wing, before being told to “Just shut up for a minute or two”. Eventually, we came to the cliff’s edge, over which, if you dared to peak, you could see the golden sands of the cove below. This place was only really accessible at low tide, but it was the perfect little beach. A slight incline into the water, a few spots to sun yourself on and the twinkling sea before you.

“Wow” was all that Jen could say.

I led her down the route which I knew best, which was a bit of a scramble. At times I had to hold on to her to let her get her footing. As our skin touched, I swear I could feel the electric, sexual tension between us.

Eventually, huffing and puffing, we made it down to the beach where we threw off our shoes and stripped down to our swim wear.

I had never seen Jen in anything so form fitting, and it was a sight to behold as she pulled her jumper over hear head. Her ample tits and beautiful curves were snugly, comfortably, contained within a pale blue onesie. She looked like a shieldmaiden straight out of some sexy Wagnerian onesie.

I could tell she was embarrassed about being so exposed infront of me, so, as she was readjusting herself into her costume, I started to stride into the sea before jumping in head first. As I began to swim around, basking in the glorious water I heard a squeal from behind me.

Jen had just dipped a toe into the water and the waves had begun to pool and kiss the bottom of her long legs.

“IT’S FUCKING FREEZING” She gasped, her arms wrapped around her tits and her teeth chattering slightly.

A lot of people complain about the Cornish sea being cold. It’s not. They’re just not used to swimming in the sea. The Atlantic is lovely and warm in June – probably around 16C/60F. And you don’t need a wetsuit!

As a wave crashed down over my head, I shouted back to Jen to tell her to stop being such a wuss to dive in – once you’re in, it’s fine!

To be fair to her, she did dive in, and as her plaited ponytail whipped out of the water I heard her gasp again. I remember thinking ‘God, if that’s how she sounds in the sea, she must sound excellent in bed’. Worse still, as she stood up, her breasts came out of the water, showing her two nipples, hardened by the cold, standing to attention. I took a quick mental picture for the wank bank as the salty water cascaded down her beautiful frame.

After a minute of her playing silly buggers and being knocked off her feet by every other wave, she finally agreed with me – it wasn’t that cold and this was the best way to get rid of a hangover.

We played in the sea for a while as I showed her how to bodysurf and jump over waves before we calmed down and floated in the sea, staring up at the morning sky and listened to the sounds of nature.

“This really is a private beach, isn’t it Rotty” she mused. I told her that in the summer, you can find a few people down here, but no one’s here before 11am. And then I decided to be naughty.

“You know, if you weren’t here, I’d probably be skinny dipping. It’s the best thing about this cove – no one can see in easily!”

“What!” She exclaimed “Skinny dipping, when it’s daylight? You pervert, you’re just asking to get caught! Why would you do it?”

I told her that no one has ever caught me skinny dipping (well – I once thought I saw someone but it turned out to be a voyeuristic sheep), and asked her if she’d ever skinny dipped?

Her face turned a bright, betroot red. Of course she hadn’t.

Well, I explained, it is truly a liberating experience – feeling the water against your skin, you just feel at one with the ocean.

She laughed nervously again and we floated on in expectant silence for another minute, as she worked up the courage to say:

“I don’t believe you”.

I asked her what she didn’t believe.

“That you go skinny dipping here. There’s no way. I bet.” She was acting serious but I could hear her playful, thirsty tone in her voice.

I told her that there was an easy way to win that bet, and with remarkable dexterity, I wriggled out of my shorts, scooped them up in one hand and held them aloft with a triumphant “Tada!”

As she righted herself out of her floating position, I saw her emerald eyes dart from my shorts, down to my waist, down to beneath the water momentarily.

“Rotty, you nutter!” she gasped.

A *naked* nutter, I clarified before I dove off back into the waves, enjoying the freedom of the water against my cock and ass. As I emerged from the water, I saw Jen staring at me again, so I asked her:

‘Aren’t you going to join me? Cmon, no one’ll know’

I heard the gears turn in her head for a few seconds as she played out and planned a hundred scenarios, before which she ordered me to “Turn around then!”

With a nervous laughter, I heard her splash around in the ocean as she struggled to liberate herself of her onesie. Eventually, she sighed a deep ‘ahhh’ as she too felt the water against every inch of her.

“You can turn around again” she told me. And, as I did so, I saw her head peeking out the water, and a pale skin coloured mass beneath the waves. She held her swimsuit in one hand above the water, exposing a slither of her breast.

“This feels AMAZING Rotty” she giggled as she dived back into the waves, giving me a wonderful glimpse of her round and supple ass.

We both played in the water for a few more minutes, crashing against the waves but keeping a respectful distance from each other, when, eventually, we encountered some huge waves which crashed us together.

In that moment our bodies were entwined together as we tumbled through the cold sea. I could feel her skin against mine and it took every ounce of my being not to grab her and pull her closer to me.

As we righted ourselves in the sea, still close to each other, she gazed into my eyes and kissed me firmly on the lips.

I was shocked, sure, but in that moment, everything just felt right as we kissed again and again, giggling and laughing as the waves interrupted our make out session.

We didn’t speak for what felt like ages, as we explored each others’ bodies with our hands and each others’ mouths with our tongues. I grabbed her ass and pulled her closer to me as we gasped for breath.

“How the fuck are you getting a boner” she asked me “this sea is enough to shrink any dick.”

And she was right, despite my cock sheltering from the cold earlier, it had come out in full force and was now pressing against Jen’s stomach as we kissed and sucked each others lips.

“Never mind him” I told her “Let’s just enjoy this morning.”

But it wasn’t long before we couldn’t contain ourselves any longer, and our hands began to explore further south. Soon, I was pressing against Jen’s clit with my fingers, making small deliberate circles whilst her tits and lips pressed against me. Her breath became shallower and small gasps and sighs escaped as she began to stroke my cock.

Anyone who’s had underwater sexy times can tell you this – it’s not actually that comfortable, but in that moment we were so consumed with passion we didn’t care, or rather, the passion far outweighed the uncomfortableness of the water.

I kissed her nipples as she came against my hand, before she scooped up my head and again pressed her lips against mine, kissing me firmly as she muttered ‘yes, yes, yes’.

“Cmon,” I murmered “let’s finish you off properly on land.”

It would have been a sight to behold, two naked Aprhrodites emerging from the surf, one with a stiff cock, one hiding her tits behind her discarded swimming costume, stopping every yard or so to kiss and touch each other again.

I led Jen back to our towels, where she said we could lay them on the sand. I told her that that was surefire way to get a few sandy cracks, and suggested she sit on one of the rocks behind us.

Eventually, we found a rock big enough for her to rest on as we continued to make out as she rubbed my cock, which had thankfully began to grow again in the warmth of the morning sun.

As I bent down to kiss her, I continued to massage her clit before she began to spread her legs ever so slightly. I took the invitation and slowly pushed my middle finger into her vagina, wet with a mix of seawater and her own juices.

She gasped again and held me tight as a slowly began to massage her insides with my finger, all the while stroking her wonderful clit and hearing her moan in ecstasy.

We couldn’t talk as we couldn’t stop kissing each other. Every time I was tempted to move my head away (so I could suck on her vagina and eat her out), she grabbed my head and put it back to where it was. It was primal and raw. I felt like Adam and Eve in a Cornish Eden, with not a care for the world other than each other’s pleasure.

Before long, I slipped a second and then a third finger inside her as she took her hand off my cock to steady herself on the rock. Her face contorted into what seemed like a grimace as the blood rushed to her face. She was holding her breath so only ‘meeps’ and ‘urps’ escaped as she built up her orgasm.

“Cum for me” I told her, and with that command, she let the floodgates of her orgasm go. Her tits and hips wiggled on the rock as she gasped out a stream of ‘yes’es and ‘oh god’s before exhaling a deep, gutteral sigh.

She leant back on the rock for a minute, enjoying the aftershocks of her orgasm and letting the morning sun kiss and illuminate her glorious pale skin. Her head then rolled forward as she locked eyes with me, a mischievous grin breaking out over her beautiful face.

Bending forward, she took my cock into her mouth and began to suck on my head as she tugged on my shaft with long, firm strokes. Her mouth was making all kinds of slurping and slopping noises as her tongue danced on the tip of my cock.

I couldn’t hold back and told her that I was about to cum, at which point she stopped sucking and wiggled her hips closer, sticking her chest out.

I came hard, shooting warm ropes of sticky cum all over her wonderful tits, as she cocked her head and muttered “Wow”, stroking every last drop out of my cock.

We stood there in silence before we fell about laughing. ‘That was nice’ I offered, meekly, to break the silence.

“That was nice, wasn’t it Rotty,” she said, standing up like Bambi on ice, before she kissed me lightly on the cheek “thank you.”

We chased each other back into the water to rinse the cum off our bodies. As we floated in the water, we laughed about what had happened, each confessing that we had wanted to fuck each other for a long time, but had been held back by other things. She told me that this didn’t change anything with her boyfriend and it didn’t change our friendship and added:

“It was a pity we didn’t get to…you know…fuck.”

I laughed and told her I didn’t think about bringing a condom. In fact, I said, I don’t think I had any condoms at the house as I wasn’t expecting any sexy fun this week.

She laughed again as we strode out of the surf. It wasn’t until we were getting dressed, each enjoying one last glance at the other’s body that she playfully said:

“You know, I can get you a condom…if you want round two, that is?”

And that’s where I’ll end my story with the lovely Jen. Of course there are more stories to tell about her, but I will leave those for another time.

Thanks again for everyone that has read my stories and reached out to me. I’ve really enjoyed getting feedback and hearing about everyone who has been turned on by sexual escapades.

Happy wanking!

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