I’m laying in bed and my little clit is hard thinking about being fucked earlier today. This morning it was so warm out and I wanted to feel the soothing sensation of cool water on my skin, so I called my dear friend and asked him to go swimming with me.
We went somewhere we’d never been and clambered down the gorge to the beautiful crystal pools below. I’m still not used to swimming in these mountain streams where the water is clear as the sky and a pretty turquoise color.
He dipped his toes in the pool and I watched the sunlight dance over his freckled shoulders as he waded into the water. His beauty struck me again as it had a thousand times before as I watched him sink into the river and look back toward me, smiling contentedly.
We explored upstream, climbing across ancient boulders that the river had weathered into smooth, graceful forms. Few people ventured as far as we did, and soon we were alone in the gorge, climbing and talking. I studied his freckles, the curve of his jaw, the way his hazel eyes lit up in the afternoon sunlight.