It was a long drive, and we spent the rest of the afternoon sweeping, cleaning, and unboarding the windows. By suppertime, I was covered with dirt and cobwebs, so I told the boys that I was going down to the lake for a swim to clean off while they made supper.

The lake was about 500 feet from the house, and the late afternoon sun on the beach had warmed everything and made it all look golden. I looked back and saw that the house was obscured by the screen of trees. Feeling daring and “at one with nature,” I decided to skinny-dip. No other cottagers would be here this early in the season, anyway, I thought.

I shed my clothes and stood poised for a minute on the edge of the water, holding my bar of soap. The cold water lapped at my toes and sent a tingling through my body. The sun felt warm, but at the same time, a breeze was blowing up from the lake.

I imagined myself as a beautiful, bronzed princess from centuries ago. Being naked out in the open like this excited me. My nipples stiffened and reddened, and I reached up and pinched one firm bud between my fingers, pulling it into an even longer size and starting a familiar throbbing between my legs.

I slowly walked out into the water and proceeded deeper until my pussy tingled in anticipation of being enveloped in the cold, clean water. Finally, I was in deep enough that the waves were lapping between my legs, the unique sensation making my breasts swell even more.

Looking out over the lake, I began to soap up my body, neck, arms, shoulders, breasts, and stomach, then reached down to my passion passage and slowly began massaging, pressing my soapy fingers deep inside the folds of my pussy. It excited me intensely to be out in the open doing this. I closed my eyes and rubbed my clit up and down, faster and faster.

Suddenly I heard a few splashes behind me, and out of the corner of my eye, I could see John, naked, entering the water. Our folks had been married for a few years, and John and I had experimented once or twice, but we had never gotten beyond mutual masturbation, although I had kissed his beautiful cock once as it stood throbbing in the streetlight as we played with ourselves in the car after a movie.

Then I felt two arms around me, and John began to massage my slippery tits, his hands sliding easily over the soapy surface, making my nipples pop up and down through the gaps in his fingers. I rubbed faster and faster, and he twisted my nipples gently and pressed his hands harder against my breasts.

As he leaned closer, I could feel his beautiful, long, erect penis riding up the crack in my ass, and his swollen balls against my buttocks. The contrast of his warm body with the cool water excited me even more, and I rubbed even faster, ordering him to pinch my nipples harder. I felt the waves of an orgasm coming, and my breathing changed.

“Pinch me harder! Pull them!” I gasped as John held me tightly and stuck his warm, wet tongue in my ear. I trembled and came in a rush as his fingers crushed my throbbing nipples and squeezed my swelling tits. My hand stopped, and I slowly turned to him. He smiled at me, took my hand, and led me out of the water.

John then spread out a towel on the sand and lay down on his back, with his enormous, blood-engorged organ sticking up at a forty-five-degree angle to his belly. I stood over him with one foot on each side of his body and spread my cunt lips with my fingers, pulling the skin back so he could see my pink, throbbing clit peeking out from the folds.

I squatted down and let my cunt rub up and down on his cock, pressing it into his body, and feeling the rock-hard shaft invading my tender pussy lips. Leaning forward, I reached between my legs and grasped his prick. Holding it erect, I sank slowly down his shaft, feeling the head spreading my vagina as it sank slowly in until it bottomed on my cervix. I wriggled and twisted my body, dragging his cock around as my hips circled.

His eyes opened wider as he felt my inside muscles alternately tense and relax so that my vagina throbbed and pulled on his penis as I leaned over and brushed my tongue over his lips. I let my fingernails trail over his muscular chest as I shot my tongue into his lips and let it dance with his. He began to thrust his hips up toward mine, and I began to rock against him.