The church I attended as a kid and teen, which my mom still is a member of, had a private lake with a little swimming beach. They used it for potluck gatherings and baptisms. When I was seven or eight months pregnant with my first baby, my husband and I were driving by late one night and he suggested going skinny dipping. They had slut shamed me when I was 17 so doing anything that would piss them off if they knew about it was appealing to me.
We parked the car in the shadows and sneaked across the field. He got naked but I only stripped down to my underwear. We got in the water and paddled around. He was standing about neck deep and I hung on to him because the water would have been over my head. I put my arms around his neck and wrapped my legs around his waist. The buoyancy of the water made me almost weightless.
We started to kiss and, of course, things progressed until we were fucking. The heat and slipperiness inside my pussy was an incredible contrast to the coolness of the water. We were moving slowly, rocking back and forth in the closest thing I have ever had to tantric sex. Eventually, we started moving faster and faster until my orgasm sent him over the edge and he filled me with his hot cum.
When we got done, I realized I had lost my panties in the water and made poor hubby dive down in the dark until, miraculously, he found them in the mud on the bottom of the lake. Looking back I think that maybe I should have left them. Maybe someone would get dipped in a baptism ritual and come up with them plastered over their face. One can only wish.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/i6jtnz/fm_desecrating_the_church_lake
Sounds like you should do it again but leave the panties behind… then you can enjoy knowing that they’re still there ;)