We were in a state camp ground, right on a lake. It was beautiful, trees surrounded the place, and a creek flowed into the lake 30 feet from where we set up out tents. We had enough people along; we had the whole area to ourselves.
After several hours of drinking, I went for a walk. I had told a hot bodied man named John to follow after me. But to give me enough of a head start so it wasn’t obvious we were sneaking off.
John caught up with me a couple hundred yards from camp. He remained perfectly still. He could see me standing in the creek wearing a plain white tank top. My back was to him as I splashed water onto my shoulders and neck. The creek came up just past my waist and the water was clear enough to reflect the blue sky on its surface. My tank top was plastered to my skin and drenched to the point it might as well have not been there at all. When I straightened up again, I ran my hands thru my hair and pulled it so it flowed down my back in a blond wave.
Turning while shifting my hair toward one shoulder, I said, “I know you are there John.”
“Oh. Sorry,” he replied, “just admiring the view.”
I turned around to face him. The front of my shirt was just as wet as the back. The main difference being the view from this angle was a whole lot more interesting. It clung to me like a fresh coat of paint, allowing him to see the shape of my soft, rounded breasts and the dark skin of my nipples. I moved my hands along the front of my body, and when I was done, my nipples stood fully erect. “Took you long enough,” I said.
John stepped out from the trees and stood at the edge of the creek.
“I think we could spare a few minutes and cool off,” I said as my hands began to wander self-consciously back up to my exposed breasts. “Don’t, you agree?”
Having thought it over for all of two seconds, John took his hat off and put it on the ground. “That sounds real good,” he said.
Within moments he was undressed and climbing into the water. My eyes never left him. My eyes never left him, and when he stood naked before me, I watched intently as he moved to my side. The water was cold and John reacted with a shudder.
“Here,” I said with an easy laugh. “Let me help you.”
My hands were tentative at first, although I obviously wanted to touch him. John didn’t have any such reservations. He stepped right up to me, pulled me close, and kissed me deeply on the mouth. I kissed him back without hesitation and wrapped my arms around him while pressing my body against his. The moment John’s body responded to my touch, I reached down to stroke his hardening member.
It didn’t take long to acclimate to the water. In fact, with me so close and my hand vigorously stroking him, John felt anything but cold. He ran his hands up my back around to brush against the side of my breasts. I moved my leg up and down along his thigh, groaning as he reached in between my thighs. When his hand became ensnared within the material of my tank top, he hiked the flimsy garment up around my waist so he could stroke the lips of my pussy.
I leaned my head back and let out a long, satisfied moan. The instant John moved his hand away, I gripped his cock and guided it between my legs. He cupped my ass in both hands, pumped his hips forward, and buried every inch of his erection deep inside my hot pussy.