“Find a bush and do it behind there.”
“Nah, I’ve got nothing to hide.” I undo my trousers and push them down along with my boxer briefs. For a moment I think about going commando, but then again, not sure letting my dick flop around while I fling into a pond off a rope swing is the first impression I want her to have of my cock.
Doesn’t scream sexy to me.
So I slip on my vintage-style trunks and adjust myself, making sure everything is in place.
“Are you just going to stand there or are you going to get dressed?” I ask.
“Are you dressed?”
“I am,” I say as I head toward the rope swing. I give it a bit of a tug, then hold on to it, testing my weight on the branch. “Can this thing hold me?”
She looks over her shoulder and says, “Yeah, it’ll be fine.”
“If I find myself face-first in the muddy bank of the pond, I’m coming for you.” Then I grip the rope, lift up, and jump, letting it swing me toward the water, and right when I hit the apex of the swing, I let go and fly into the chilly water. “Blimey, that’s cold,” I say when I pop my head up.
“Because it’s shaded almost the whole day,” she says as she moves behind a bush and starts to change. I attempt to give her privacy, but my eyes keep slipping over there while I wade in the water. Small pieces of her smooth skin flash between the branches, but with her back toward me, I really can’t see anything.
When she’s done, she moves out from behind the bush and I feel my heart seize in my chest.
Holy.
Shit.
She’s so goddamn hot that it’s actually painful. Her breasts are full, just the right size for my palms, and they’re pressed into her chest from the triangles of her swimming costume, making them spill out on the sides and in the middle. Her bottoms ride high on her hips, showing off her curves that I want to grab ahold of and take a goddamn bite from.
Her skin is smooth, tan, and practically tempting my mouth to be all over it.
I want to mar her with my scruff.
I want to kiss her, touch her, play with her to the point that she’s gasping for air and begging for release.
I want to work my hands over her delicious tits, down her stomach, and between her legs where I’d live. I’d play with her over and over and over again, listening to her pleas.
I want to fucking worship her.
“You’re staring,” she says as she walks toward the rope.
“Do you blame me?”
She smiles over her shoulder and says, “Nope.” Then she grips onto the rope, pulls back, and leaps on, swinging herself up into the sky and over the pond, where she releases and flips right into the water. Her splash hits me in the face, but that’s not what is making me blink my eyes.
It’s the sheer athleticism she just displayed.
When her head pops out of the water, her beautiful eyes finding mine, she smiles brightly. “You look shocked.”
“Uh, because you just did a flip into the water. Where the hell did that come from?”
“I’ve been coming to this pond for a long time.”
“Yeah, but…Jesus, I wasn’t expecting that at all.”
“Want me to teach you?”
“So I can break my pretty face?” I hold my hand up. “I’m good.”
“Scared.”
