It was already dusk. Deep darkness enveloped everything around. The blissful silence was broken only by the sounds of the nocturnal animals, which only now were waking up to life. There was a specific smell of trees in the air. Despite the late hour, the forest did not seem scary, on the contrary, it gave the impression of a peaceful oasis open to visitors of all kinds.
However, in one place it was evident that time did not stand still. A bonfire was burning by the lake, not far from the camp barracks. The burning wood sizzled, an almost red glow illuminating the darkness. People were sitting around the fire, a group of friends grilling sausages, marshmallows, sipping cheap alcohol, and chatting – ordinary youth enjoying the charms of life.
“...the last of them hid in the barn that stood on the path of his escape. He already thought he had lost the pursuit when he felt a painful thrust in the back. A harpoon pierced him right through, and blood splattered in all directions. It was the last thing he saw before he fell dead. The man chopped off his head and took it to his hut. There he turned it into a lantern and put it next to the others. The community called him ‘The Cruel Fisherman.’ Apparently, to this day, he walks by the lake illuminating his way with a lantern made of a human head. The end,” the ginger boy ended his story. “What do you think?
I bet you're shaking with fear,” he asked the audience and smiled to himself.
“I would not be so sure. I saw your grading card. This is what I would call a real horror,” the petite blonde replied and stuck her tongue out at him.
The group burst out laughing.
The boy, however, was not moved by this. “You liked my story, didn't you Jenna?”
“Sorry, Doug. A plus for the efforts, though,” the girl responded and raised her thumb up. “Unfortunately for you, you cannot compete with the ‘Professor Monocle’. You are a bunch of morons. You can't remember a simple formula. You will see, I will leave you all for the second year...” Jenn began to speak, trying her best to parody the physics teacher's voice.
As she did so, once again, the entire group burst out laughing.
“Fine, fine, I give up,” the boy admitted, resigned. “Sarah, it's your turn” - he said, directing his words towards an athletically built brunette.
“Heh. So be it,” the brunette agreed and started telling her story. “Apparently, this story really happened. It was supposed to be a hundred kilometers away from here...”
It wasn't long before Jenna noticed that she was drifting away. No, she wasn't sleepy, it is just her thoughts started to be very fleeting. Memories flooded into her head and grew clearer. Maybe it was the mesmerizing flame of the fire, or maybe it was just the alcohol flowing through her veins. Whatever it was, the girl wasn't going to fight it. She could no longer hear her friends' voices or the forest. She delved deeper and deeper into her own memories.
It was about two or three years ago. The circumstances were very similar to these now. Forest, campsite, fire, lake... yes, lake... The holidays were drawing to a close and Jenn was mercilessly bored without big ideas for spending those last moments. Then, while walking aimlessly around the city, she found a brochure promoting a camp by the lake. Having no other interesting ideas, she decided to go.
She had positive memories of that time. The weather was good, the food was fine, and she always loved communing with nature. Overall, the girl had a nice experience. She even learned this and that about survival. However, she remembered one thing particularly strongly.
It was really hot then. Even the trees did not provide sufficient protection from the sun. There was hardly any wind. Jenna protected herself as best she could. One of her favorite ways to deal with the heat was swimming in the lake at night. At night, because she could be alone, and finally the temperature was slightly lower than during the day.
This was also the case on THIS day. The sun finally let go and allowed the moon to take over. The sky was clear, no cloud dared to cover its majesty. The light reflected from the moon's silvery disk to the company of the stars illuminated everything around. It was almost as bright as day.
The conditions were perfect, so Jenn, smiling on her lips, came to her favorite place, stripped naked, left her clothes folded in her ankles on the land, and jumped into the water. She relaxed and enjoyed her time only for herself. She didn't know at the time that she wasn't alone at all.
Peter reached the lake by one of the many paths available. He stood in front of the body of water and breathed a sigh of relief. He looked around a few times, scratching his chin. “Hmm... if I turn now and walk about a hundred or two hundred meters, I will come to the path that leads to my camp. Or at least I think so...” he thought.
The truth was, Peter was lost. He wandered in the woods for at least an hour. The lake was his benchmark, and he was glad to see it. However, he still had a long way to go to the camp. The boy was an amateur naturalist and he wanted to observe the local flora and fauna up close. Unfortunately, sometimes he has been losing himself too much in his hobby, which translated into today's situation.
Hoping that his memory had not disappointed him, Peter continued on his journey. At one point, he heard noises coming from the surrounding silence. He stopped and stood still. The boy tried to listen while suppressing his nerves. It wasn't until he calmed down a bit that he realized the sound he was hearing was a splash of water. “Has anyone been swimming at this time? Maybe this someone will tell me how to get to the camp,” he thought and started to head towards the source of the sound, still being alert.
Peter cautiously peeked out from behind the bushes that served as his hideout, but as soon as he saw what was happening, he immediately stepped back and hid, hoping he hadn't been noticed. What he saw stunned him. He never expected this. Still trying to calm his heart, after a while he pushed back the branches of the bush and cautiously peered out.
He rubbed his eyes, hoping it wasn't just a dream, but it seemed unreal to him. A woman was swimming in the water. It wouldn't be surprising if it weren't for the fact that she was completely naked. The boy found himself unable to take his eyes off her. And no wonder. The girl had a great figure. Slender, but with distinct indents. The moonlight illuminated her silhouette. Her breasts were not particularly large, but firm, they moved gracefully with her every move. As the girl stood sideways to him, her outline stimulated his imagination. Her ass, though not so accentuated, was also flawless. Her hair was completely black and wet from bathing. They stuck to her neck and shoulder blades dripping with water.
She swam freely, changing her technique from time to time, unintentionally giving Peter a show he admired with delight. She moved neatly, gently pushing away successive cubic meters of water. It wasn't an original thought, but at that moment she reminded him of a mythical mermaid.
Finally, she stopped and stood motionless, facing the middle of the lake, her back to him. The girl stretched lazily, then grabbed her hair and began to squeeze it out of the excess water. “Do you like what you see?!” she yelled suddenly.
A shiver ran down Peter's spine, his heart beating faster. “It can't be that he's talking to me. She couldn't see me, could she?” he asked himself quietly. He was too afraid to move. He waited to see what would happen.
“You, in the bushes! If you are so brave then come over here and come face to face with me! Or maybe you'd rather me scream and wake up the whole forest?!” she exclaimed once more.
Peter's heart was pounding like a hammer. But, seeing no other way out, he pulled himself together and left the hiding place. The girl stood waist-deep in the water with her arms folded across her chest, and she was looking at him more curiously than malevolently. He approached her and looked at her.
“You don't seem like a pervert to me,” she said, eyeing him up and down.
"Because I'm not," he replied honestly. “I lost my way to my camp, got here somehow, and then I heard some noises. I walked towards them hoping to find someone to show me the way, then I ran into you and somehow... ekhem, I couldn't stop looking at you,” he added embarrassed.
“I am inclined to believe you. Then I guess I should be grateful for the compliment,” she said and smiled at him.
“Well, my camp, ‘Beech Hut;’ do you know how to get there?” Peter asked.
Jenna put one hand on her hip and the other grabbed a strand of wet hair and began to twirl it frivolously on her finger. Her now exposed breasts presented gracefully in front of the embarrassed man. Water droplets on her skin flickered in the moonlight. “Maybe I do, maybe I don’t,” she replied carefully.
“So could you tell me? Please?”
“Of course. However, you were shamelessly watching me. I must be entitled to some kind of compensation, right?”
“I-I-I guess so…”
“Great. Then undress and step into the water.” Jenna demanded.
The man's eyes widened in surprise and he was about to say something, but he met her eyes and saw that she was not kidding. He didn't feel comfortable with it, but he obeyed her. He took off his clothes, leaving only his boxer shorts, then slowly entered the water.
When he was close enough, Jenn threw her arms around his neck. She gave him a mesmerizing look and asked, "Say, handsome. Have you ever done THIS in the water?"
“N-No, I haven't had that pleasure yet.”
“So let's have some fun and then I'll tell you how to get home. Fair deal?”
Before he could answer, though, she put a finger to his lips, silencing him. At the same time, she placed her other hand on his chest and slowly ran her fingernail over the outline of the muscles. When her curiosity was satisfied, she looked into his eyes, stuck out her tongue, and licked her lips sexily.
Peter swallowed nervously. He did not know why he reacted to this girl this way, but he allowed her to continue exploring the nooks and crannies of his body without any objection.
After completing the research, Jenna hugged him. Her soft breasts pressed against his skin, and her nipples stiff with excitement were digging into it unbearably. She leaned over his ear and purred. Next, she ran her tongue over his ear, then slid it inside and began to gently wiggle him. As she did so, a shiver ran through the boy's body. He felt his penis grow and press against the fabric of his boxers. After a few seconds, she stopped and took the tip of his ear to her mouth and sucked it gently. She let him enjoy the caress for a moment, then bit down on his earlobe. Sudden pain roused Peter from the land of delight in which he found himself.
The girl stepped back a little and smiled innocently at him. Afterward, she leaned in and placed a kiss on his lips. Then she took his hand, pulled it against her, and stuffed her breast into it. The increasingly excited man squeezed it greedily and began to caress it. At the same time, the girl brought her face close to his chest and was brushing his nipple with her tongue. They stood in this position for a while, pleasing each other.