In 2016, a couple of days before meeting Marie after not seeing her for a year, I wrote this: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8heaa7/i_to_iii_that_time_where_i_went_swimming_and_did/
I will see her again in 3 weeks, and one poster from gonewild who enjoyed reading my posts, /u/blankets_and_tea (do check her out), inspired me to write about my last encounter with Marie.
Prelude to Act IV:
While visiting friends, the summer of 2016, I contacted Marie after not seeing her (or talking to her) since moving to another country in 2015: ‘hey, are you free two days from now? “ -“yes! let’s play” -“I have a place in mind”
I was about to suggest going to a sauna spot by a lake, with a lake-water fed outdoor pool, where I would be able to take in plenty of eye candy… but before I was able to tell her where I wanted to meet, she wrote “how about we go for a swim again. We could go to the far end of Werdisnel, and swim naked.”
My cock got hard when I read her reply.
Act IV:
We agreed to meet at 6pm at Limmatplatz, and then take the tram together to the island. The tram stop is very close to a little foot bridge on the river, leading to a river island where people swim.
(hilarious… I opened the messaging app to check out these meeting details, and I see she is online)
When I texted her on my way there, she had already arrived to the island. I was allowed to be late because I stopped by a grocery shop to buy some white wine, to accompany the warm early evening (6pm on a Swiss summer, there is plenty of daylight left). I was on the tram when she told me to meet her by the foot bridge. But when I was almost arriving to the foot bridge and checked my messages, she wrote “it is a bit noisy here. I better go find a quieter spot for us.” I hoped this meant she would be walking straight to the far end of the island, where it is not just quieter, but also a known nudist spot. She sent me her location (yay google maps) and indeed that’s where she was. I don’t know how I was able to walk there calmly.
Last time I had seen her, she had made fun of my mostly thin arms. In that whole year without seeing her, I had been swimming 4 or 5 times a week. I was noticeably more muscular and I could not wait for her to comment on that. I knew she would.
I walked towards the tip of the island, wearing jeans and a tshirt, and with a bottle of wine and a tower in my bag. When I spotted her from far away, she was wearing nothing. Really, nothing at all. She was covered though, by a thin red/orange stripped cloth (not a beach towel, just a cloth). Almost see through too, with such a bright sun sill shining, I was almost sure I could tell the contour of her areolas. I could definitely see the thin cloth raise from her abdomen to the beginning of her vulva, and then fall between her legs, before being tented by her succulent thighs.
She was lying down in the grass, maybe 10 meters from the water, with her eyes closed. He cloth thing covered her up from her ankles, to the top of her breasts. her hip was peaking out of the cloth cover. I walked quietly until I was maybe 30 steps away from her, took off all of my clothes and put them in my backpack, took out my towel and wrapped it around my waist, and walked the last 30 steps and lied down next to her. I lied down on my stomach to hide my erection. After not seeing her for a year, I wanted to greet her with my eyes, not my cock.
She smiled when she heard me lie down quietly. “Are you naked yet?” She asked me. Ok, she might have said hello when she heard me next to her. But she definitely asked me if I was naked, without opening her eyes, within seconds of me lying down.
“I am covered, like you.” I said. I had my towel still around my waist.
“But I am actually naked, can’t you tell?” (my eyes were not closed… and I could tell she was indeed naked) -“Are you really”? and I slid my hand near her waist, under her reddish orange cloth. My elbow go to herellybutton, and I reached with my hand slowly towards her neck, between her breasts. Without touching her breast I made a breast-cupping motion with my hand (although my hand would not have been big enough to cup her breast) and I lifted her cloth just a bit, with the back of my hand, and pulled the cloth down her body just a few inches. Then I let my hand softly fall on her breast. I rolled down my hand to the side, making sure half of her areola, right up to her nipple but without exposing her nipple, got to see some sunlight. And I said “oh, yeah, I guess you are pretty naked”.
(instructions for u/blankets_and_tea, take a photo of yourself lying down, with your right breast covered up by your thinnest blanket, to the very edge of your areola (none of it showing), and your left breast slightly less covered, with your areola exposed to the very edge of your nipple, but with the nipple still covered… it’s fine if you do this in your bed… but that is the view I had lying down next to Marie… oh, don’t forget to have your left hip peaking out of your thin blanket)
This is an experiment: story will continue when u/blankets_and_tea posts the requested photo.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8heaxv/act_iv_an_experimental_post_about_swimming_in_a