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>This is the 5th and final section of my series of confessions. Here are the other stories in this series: [My Secret Garden](https://www.reddit.com/r/EroticWriting/comments/msbpwi/confession_1_my_secret_garden_f_masturbation/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3), [A Cello Fantasy](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/mtq43k/confession_2_a_cello_fantasy_19f_masturbation/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3), [The Roommate](https://www.reddit.com/r/sexstories/comments/n0u63v/confession_3_the_roommate_ff_masturbation/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3), [Letter to my Stranger](https://www.reddit.com/r/SluttyConfessions/comments/n3k8th/letter_to_my_omegle_stranger_f19_masturbation_pee/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3).
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>This story will be in two parts, the next one should be published later this week.
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>As always, your comments are always appreciated.
# ~~~ A Warm Day ~~~
The sun had barely risen above the horizon that the temperature was already well above 30 degrees. It was out of the ordinary for this mountain village where I had been staying with relatives for the past couple of days.
This was the birthplace of my mom, and still very much the focal point of my extended family. However, my sojourns there had always been brief and tied to special events. Due to the pandemic, my mom decided I were to spend some time in the countryside because she worked at the hospitals and wished to spare me from greater exposure to the virus. She also thought it would be beneficial for me to renew with my roots and the beauty of our homeland.
The village had limited infrastructure, but what it lacks in roads, schools, groceries and restaurants, it makes up in scenery. Overlooked by menacing snow-capped peaks, surrounded by reddish hills and mountains, and firmly established on the valley’s green pastures, the area mixed the dramatic and the bucolic like nowhere else. Had it not been for the rampant poverty and derelict buildings, one could imagine this place on a Swiss postal card.
After a light breakfast, I went back to my room, hoping to read before it got too warm. The house was small, but my aunt had decorated it with taste. It was a large square, with rooms delineated by a mix of wood panels, rugs and repurposed curtains. The slapdash appearance of the interior hid the more complex conception that allowed natural light to travel throughout the house unhindered, thusly saving on generator-produced electricity. This setup was ill-suited to fight the warmth, and I began to miss the concrete towers of the capital.
Sweating abundantly and incapable of concentrating on anything, I resolved to go to the river. The cold water flowing from the mountains would surely be refreshing. My aunt’s house was not far from the river, a mere 10 minutes walk up and down a hill and I would find the mountain stream and its natural pebble beach.
I packed my two-pieces bathing suit in my bag, put on a light dress to cover up, and grabbed a towel and some water before heading out the door. The walk up the hill was difficult in the scorching heat and humidity. I took a short break at the top to admire the view of the shining river piercing through the valley and the group of horses peacefully drinking upstream.
My gaze lowered towards the beach. I noticed someone was there. It was the third time I came and the first I saw anyone in this relatively secluded spot. Walking a little bit further on the hill, I got a better view. I couldn’t recognize who was swimming as I could only see his head peeking out of the water. I guessed he must have been sitting on a rock or something.
As I finally reached the beach, I was pleasantly surprised that the hill provided a small area of shade. In addition to the cooling wind, it felt very comfortable. Near the narrow path leading to the beach was a large rock, about as tall as I am. I elected to put down my bag and towel there and get changed into my bathing suit.
I was just about to take off my dress when I heard someone running, and before I knew it I heard a loud “splash” preceded by a cold shower. I screamed in surprise at this cold water appearing to drench me with no apparent justification.
“Oh my God, I am so sorry, I thought you were my brother”, I heard coming from a girl now standing in front of me with an empty bucket.
For a second, I contemplated being really mad, but I reminded myself that I came here specifically to be refreshed. Wasn’t it just achieved? I apologized for my screaming.
She was about my age, with long dark hair and a very round face, her complexion much darker than mine, probably owing to the altitude sun. She was very short, but her broad shoulders and hips gave her an almost motherly look. She was also naked, save for a pair of tan underwear, almost blending in with her skin.
A young man, which I recognized was the one swimming in the river, came in our direction still dripping water.
“What happened”, he said, “I heard someone scream”.
I laughingly explained that I had been mistaken for him and had been the victim of his sister’s prank. My eyes lowered for a split second, and I noticed he was naked. He didn’t seem to mind, and I decided to pretend like this was totally normal. He was slightly taller than me, and his face was kind and illuminated by a charming – yet playful – smile.
The three of us continued to talk for a little while, chitchatting about our lives and occupation. I learned that they were my aunt’s neighbours. The guy, Akkai, was a student in the capital, but he came to the village to help his family during the summer. His sister, Aisuluu, was planning on moving to the capital next year to become a nurse.
They had brought some homemade boiled fruit juice and generously offered to share some with me. We just passed the bottle around enjoying the nice weather. I tried not to look down at my new friends because I felt a little strange to be the only one still wearing a dress.
The effect of the cold shower had vanished quickly, and my dress had dried under the blistering heat. It was time for a swim. My heart started beating faster and a knot formed in my stomach. I didn’t know what to do. Should I get naked like them or put on my bathing suit? It’s such a trivial question, but I am quite self-conscious around others. Especially such a good-looking guy.
Before I could make a decision, Aisuluu grabbed my arm and told me, let’s go in the water! I think she must have seen my puzzled face because she continued, “just take off your dress already there is no one here”.
So I did. And for a second I regretted my choice, but Akkai was already occupied with finding a spot to keep the bottle in the cold water. I ran behind Aisuluu as she was showing me how to walk in the river to find the best places to swim. She was jumping from rocks to rocks with such velocity I had a hard time keeping up and keep my balance.
We reached a small depression in the rocks that formed a natural pool. Self-conscious of my nakedness, I was looking forward to being immersed in the cold water. The pool was the best place to be. It was about a meter deep and three meters long. On one side, a flat rock could serve as underwater chairs.
We sat there and continued talking. Not so long after, a bucket of water was thrown at our heads, followed by Akkai’s contagious laugh. Aisuluu looked into my eyes with determination. We were going to take revenge. We started pursuing him around the river and throwing water at him anytime we had the opportunity. At a lower point in the river, we just banded on him and sprinkled him so intensely that he couldn’t keep his eyes open and escape our wrath.
Tired from all the fighting, we went back to the bank and sat down on our towels, high-spirited and still laughing at Akkai’s hurt ego. He came and lied down next to me, purposefully avoiding his bellicose sister. As we were all sinking in the sun, Aisuluu put some rocks on her eyes to protect herself from the light. I turned a little bit towards Akkai. He was lying in the sun, seemingly impervious to my presence.
My eyes scanned his naked body from head to toe. I was hoping to see clues about his life in the marks on his skin. I followed the valley between his firm and smooth pectorals to the clearly demarcated abdominal muscles, to his pubic area. His penis was lying to the side, his tip strangely pinkish, with the remaining skin in a darker brown tone. Leading to it was a crown of dark hair, sparse around his navel, and gradually thicker around the base of his cock.
When my gaze went back on his face, I noticed he was looking at me, and probably had noticed where I was looking. At this instant, a strange idea popped up in my mind. What if I tried to make him get hard? Wouldn’t it be cruel, but also kind of arousing to try?
“Who am I kidding, he probably doesn’t think of me that way”, I thought to myself. Somehow, I decided to try nonetheless. I locked my eyes to his penis and started discretely caressing my boobs. I knew he was looking and that feeling was quite exciting. After a little while, I put my left hand inside of my panties, at first not moving, but then I circled my fingers around gently.
Almost instantly after that, I saw his penis harden, every heartbeat seemed to fill up his member. At first, it only got a bit stiffer, but then it grew in diameter and elongated until it looked about twice as big as in the softer state. I was amazed at this biological phenomenon!
Before he reached a full erection, Akkai stood up, his penis still somewhat pointing to the ground, and put on a t-shirt and boxer. Even covered up, his excitation was visible. I was quite happy with myself.
He told us he was going back to the house to get us some food for lunch and would tell my aunt I was going to eat with them. I agreed and he left swiftly. Aisuluu turned to me and said, “oh, I see you made quite the impression on my brother”.
I laughed; a bit shy to admit I was pleased he could be turned on by me. Even though nothing happened, that moment spent looking at each other felt strangely intimate. “You think he is hot?”, she added with a wink.
“I mean, he has a nice face… Have you seen his muscles? And well, I can’t say he doesn’t look good, you know, down there”, I replied half-jokingly.
“Yeah, he’s not a little boy anymore, that’s for sure”, she said, faking disappointment. “But you know who’s really got a nice one?”
“No”, I replied, still a bit puzzled we were having this conversation.
“Your cousin”, she said whispering. Adding to her confidence, she mimicked a space of about 15cm between her indexes, “about this big, and that is coming out of the cold water”.
We both laughed at this oversharing of information about male genitals. It was good to know I wasn’t the only one noticing those things.
“Were you ever with a guy”, she asked me. I understood from the tone she meant sex. “Nah, never, and you?”, I replied quickly.
“Nope. Keeping it for after the wedding”, she answered.
We looked at each other in complete silence.
She finally broke the silence, “You ever do it… you know, alone?”
“Mhh, sometimes”, I replied softly, “especially when I see hot guys walking around naked”. We both laughed.
“This is where I usually do it. I mean, I often come here to do it, because it’s quiet and its easier to keep it a secret from the family, you know”, she told me with a complicit air.
“Here?”, I asked, “Isn’t it a bit strange?”
“It’s not only for the privacy”, she replied mysteriously.
“What else then?”
I realized she had gotten a bit uncomfortable and she was now blushing, I felt bad for asking.
“I’ll show you”, she said as she lowered her hand to her abdomen.
She walked towards the water and sat down on a small rock, while her feet were bathing in the river. I joined, choosing the next comfortable rock, about 2 meters from her.
It was obvious she had started to touch herself. I followed suit, still thinking about Akkai. I wish he had still been parading in all his nakedness for us to see. As I felt pleasure slowly increasing, I couldn’t figure out what was so special about touching close to the river. My answer didn’t wait long, as I heard Aisuluu moan for the first time. I looked at her. She was simply beautiful. Seated on her throne, she had entered her own fantasy world behind her closed eyes. As her hips undulated around her right hand, her left one was hanging in the water. Soon after that first moan came another one, but this time her left hand scooped some water and dropped in onto her panties. Her face froze in an expression of pure bliss.
I decided to try it for myself. As I was pressing and rolling on my clitoris with a renewed enthusiasm, I drizzled some cold water on my crotch. The feeling is hard to describe. Partly frustrating and partly pleasurable. The real magic is what happens next. The feeling was completely different. The superficial sensation became numb, but there was an underlying – more basic – sensation that got embolden. It took me by surprise as I started to feel the pleasure, not only between my legs but also pulsating in the solar plexus.
I put some more water, and the feelings changed again, this time irradiating up to my throat. I almost got sick; I had to stop touching myself to prevent myself from throwing up. I coughed up a couple of time. Aisuluu looked at me, “You’re alright?”
“Yeah, it just got a bit too intense too fast”
“Told you it was great!”
She looked so beautiful as she smiled, her long hair covering her breasts, as she continued pleasing herself. I tried to let go of my fear, and let this powerful feeling take over me. She was not fighting it, just going with the flow, that’s what I ought to do.
I continued to rub myself, focussing solely on nurturing the pleasure growing in me. It was an almost meditative experience, feeling each movement of my fingers and being present for each muscle electrified by my pleasure. I heard Aisuluu in the background. She seemed to be thoroughly enjoying herself. Despite this, my attention was fully centred on myself as I was battling my fear of losing control.
I felt a pair of hands on my shoulders, gently massaging my neck. What I was afraid of happened; I lost control. The pleasure had grown so much it had taken a life of its own, and I felt as though I could not breathe. I folded in half, my face nearing the water, propelled by a force I could not control. As I was struggling to get air, the tension in my lungs finally relaxed and I expired into a long groan.
I stayed in this almost fetal position for a minute or so while the reality of the environment slowly came back to me. I straightened my back, looking at the beautiful river and mountains.
“So, you girls are having fun when I’m away”, Akkai said in a chuckle.
… To be continued…
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/nelxxc/a_warm_day_at_the_river_part_1