Hot Nightmares About my Dream-Girl [M/F/?]

Years ago, I went on a camping trip, seeking something that I desperately wanted. I found something else entirely. While this isn’t a story about a girl named Ella, I still don’t know the thing it’s about enough to describe it, so we might as well start with her.

Ella was the kind of girl everybody either seemed to love or be jealous of. Free-spirited and rarely a care in the world, she seemed to just float through life on the beauty of the moment. She seemed to love people, but she loved nature more, always telling little trivia stories about this critter or that. Nature had absolutely loved her back. She was extremely easy on the eye, with long legs and full curves, managing to always walk around in something barely not revealing that was somehow loose-fitting and comfortable, but also accented her features. I don’t want to write her a whole poem here, especially considering the things that transpired. Suffice to say you didn’t need to spend a lot of time with her to realize she was quite special.

We were almost still kids in our mid-twenties, and as you have probably guessed by now, I was infatuated with her. That was made worse by the fact that she was the kind of friendly that left you never quite sure if she was actually flirting with you. Naturally, I kept telling myself she is.

Now that you’ve met Ella, you can understand why, when a bunch of friends from university invited me to a camping trip that she was also going to be a part of, it wasn’t really a choice for me. She wasn’t the only reason I was going, but I’d be lying if I said she wasn’t at the front of my thoughts the entire time. And who knew, maybe my balls would drop and I would finally make a move.

Things seemed to really go my way. Two nights in we were sharing stories around the campfire and as the night wound down, it was only the both of us left. We laughed and talked and shared things all night, until the very first signs of sunrise. Did I make a move? No, and I beat myself up over it (in more ways than one ;) as I climbed into my sleeping bag. She was so pretty in the warm firelight, smiling and talking with her whole body, which showed more than a fair bit of toned, sweaty skin. I remembered the way she moved a lot more vividly than the things she said, vividly enough to eventually fall asleep in a puddle.

Not all was lost, though. The next morning, the two of us were actually also the first to rise. She was an everything person, so that included being a morning person, and she hopped over to me excitedly as I left my tent.

“I have to show you something, dude, it’s really fucking cool!”

Before I could press for more information or even try to find a polite way to mention that I should go wash up, she already had my wrist in hand, rushing me towards the forest. Honestly, I was just kinda staring at her, half caught in last night’s waking dream, and when that faded, I was almost surprised to find myself in the forest. She took us in deeper, following some path I had no way of detecting, occasionally glancing over her shoulder with a wide smile to promise me some “mindblowing” discovery that’s “absolutely the highlight of this whole trip”. I didn’t really need the encouragement, I was just mesmerized by her excitement. Did I mention her very emotive body language and very—well, you probably get it by now. So on we went, passing giant trees that were either silently judging me for my thirst or standing in quiet solidarity.

At some point, long after I could have been classified as lost in more than the hormonal way, the trees gave way to a clearing. I had to admit, it actually was really fucking cool. A juicy green meadow on the mountainside where smooth rocks framed a pool of water that hosted a handful of bathing birds. A natural hot spring. While I took in the scenery, Ella was already making for the pool. I caught the quickest glimpse of her naked body as she plunged in, and it make me stand around like an idiot even more.

She was all smiles and waves and encouragement.

“Come in you loser, the water is sooooooo nice.”

I was a little overwhelmed by everything that was going on, so when I didn’t, she made a whole show of turning around and not looking, like “a proper gentlewoman”. Oddly, that actually did help me shake myself loose. I approached the spring, dropping my clothes where they would fall, and slid over the wet rocks into the warm water. There we were, butt naked yet still somehow covered, in this incredibly scenic and intimate setting. She glid closer, her disarming smile and big beautiful eyes aimed right at me, just deep enough underwater to hide her nipples. Closer and closer until our bodies connected and the excitement of that final first touch of otherwise forbidden skin drove up my heartbeat. She didn’t stop moving until she had all but squeezed against the ring of rocks. So I just said fuck it and kissed her.

Not to toot my own horn too much, but I’ve always been a great kisser. Ella was amazing at it. It was the kind of kissing that only weeks or months of buildup could release, the kind that you could feel everywhere. My hands went for her body like she was magnetic, committing her shape to memory as I let them explore. When she felt me poke against her thigh, she playfully rubbed back against me and the kissing became even more lustful.

“I told you it’s going to be amazing,” she whispered, her lips so close to my ear they almost touched it.

Then she proceeded to kiss her way down my neck, my chest, and with a final glance that seemed to say “just you wait” and a lip-bite, she disappeared underwater.

If you’ve ever given or gotten a hot blowjob before, try to imagine a bunch of those at the same time. That’s how this felt. I could feel her soft fingers slither around me, then absolute, unadulterated bliss. My whole body tensed all at once, and while I’m usually not the most vocal in bed, I was moaning out loud. Moaning is a bit like breathing, in that once you are too aware of it, it’s hard to do it naturally. I was very aware of it, and it didn’t make a dent in how naturally it came. I remember wondering if I had had bad luck with my blowjobs before, or if had just become the luckiest person ever.

Somewhere between a few moments and an eternity later, she came back up, familiar wide grin on a pleasure-torn expression. However, the sucking continued. *How did the sucking continue?* I looked at her—still moaning, by the way—in absolute shock, but she just smiled back at me, cupping the back of my neck with one hand and caressing my wet chest with the other, popping out of the water just far enough to give me the full view of her tits that I’ve wanted since the second I met her.

I wish I could tell you that I was more concerned with the water bubbles right in front of me than this girl’s amazing breasts, or that I didn’t just give in to whatever was happening and how unbelievably good it felt. Before you judge me though, just remember: You weren’t there. Would you have snapped out of it and resisted? It’s not impossible, but trust me, it’s not probable either.

Myself, I croaked out a moan-distorted, “what the fuck?”

“Oh,” she said, lifting her hand off my chest to play with hers, “those are my friends the water nymphs.”

Her fingers wandered playfully over the top of her breasts before she started cupping and rubbing, her chest against her palm as much as her palm all over her chest, trapping her cute puffy nipples between her fingers and then releasing them from a light squeeze. My body was already quivering, and moans crept into her own voice as she continued explaining.

“They’re quite the hungry bunch, water nymphs, and their favorite food is.. Well, basically sex. They seem to take a special liking to you, and I can absolutely see why.”

She looked at me somewhere between ready to devour me and amused by my absolute confusion and helplessness.

“Don’t worry, they’re really friendly,” she added, going back to tracing her fingers along my chest, “as long as, you know, you don’t actually cum.”

I don’t know if hearing that helped, but I was suddenly close. Really close. Every hair on my body standing up and my shaft crawling and twitching close. And I couldn’t stop looking at her, wanting her.

“I… can’t,” is all I managed to explain.

She took it in stride, putting her hands back on her body and floating to the opposite edge of the pool. She started tilting her head back and moaning without much buildup, which *absolutely* didn’t help. The sensation subsided, though, and the water bubbles started shifting towards where one of her hands fondled her wet tits again and the other disappeared to the center of the submerged part of her body, shoulder rolling eagerly. It was the hottest thing I had ever seen. It was certainly enough to put me over the edge. Aware of my own point of no return, I stood up out of the water, both of us staring at my pumping and throbbing cock emerging from a wet blanket of falling drops. A thick single drop of precum fought its way out, falling free with the rest of the water. Ella’s moans stopped cold and she shouted before that drop had even hit the surface.

“Run!”

One look at her was enough to see that she was actually deadly serious, an expression I had never seen on her before. The bubbles seemed angrier now, hungrier, and they were shooting back towards where I was still knee-deep in the spring. I turned around and ran, abandoning both Ella and my clothes. Behind me, the moans picked back up, louder now, more frantic, more desperate. This time I didn’t look back, I just crashed barefoot through the trees towards what I thought was roughly the direction of the camp.

To this day, I couldn’t say if this was an elaborate prank with one of her friends or what was going on and I’ve been too afraid to ask myself too many questions. I only saw Ella one other time after that, back in camp later that night.

She had let herself into my tent at nightfall, entering as naked as I left her at the spring, my discarded clothes in hand. She dropped them with a raised eyebrow and just looked at me. I had imagined what little she usually left to the imagination many times by that point, and none of them had done the real thing any justice. Even though she clearly was down for it, the sudden onslaught of arousal took me off guard. She was patiently grinning at my flustered blushing. A few seconds earlier, I had a million questions. Now I only had one, and it was apparently the same question she was having.

“So do I get to finish you off or what, dude?”

This time I definitely know you wouldn’t have said no. I had barely fully climbed out of my sleeping bag before she pushed me back onto my back, climbing over my lap on her knees, leaning in to make out with her hands on my shoulders. All my concerns simply melted under the touch of lips and tongues. She lowered her hips on top of me, nestling my more than fully hard cock against the soft center of her warm wet pussy, and started grinding herself back and forth over my length. Slowly at first, making both of us moan into each other’s mouths as kissing became less precise. The speed picked up quickly and she pushed herself up on my shoulders, rolling her hips in a way that’s impossible to watch without wanting to be inside her. She moaned like she didn’t care who could hear, moaning louder, grinding faster, easily tearing me from the already weak grip of self-control without ever slipping me inside. I was racing over the cliffside, helplessly plunging down towards climax. Ella just got up. She had zipped my tent back up behind her while my cock was still spurting cum into my fluttering belly button.

I didn’t get as far as to be ashamed not to last or wonder if she left out of anger or disappointment, because moments later, I heard it. Snarling and clicking, not human-sounding but not sounding like any animal I knew about either. A handful of sources of what my scared brain told me was hungry, searching sounds, rustling the bushes as they circled my tent. I didn’t dare to move, I certainly didn’t dare to go outside and look. The rational part of me was sure this must all be a prank, but the primal part of me kept me from moving a single muscle, barely daring to breathe until I finally drifted off from exhaustion.

The next morning, nothing in the camp was out of the ordinary, but Ella had apparently left early.

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